GOT ME LIKE
UN-G
I trace my steps causing me to remember
it was sometime early september
something I had disintegrate with one vision
deal with the damage equate with division
feelings unrequited
got me committed
listening to beats
walking these streets
down to the tenths left with remain-da
a fool am i to think i could change ya
latitude towards the one called unagi
strickly platonic you the shit got me
a horny bastard walking alone in big city
10 million faces ain't one of them pretty
I thought is was me like a bel biv devoe
too blind to see just blinded by the ego
still living large like the one brother iz
stuck singing songs in the key of the biz
CHORUS
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got me like
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hit me like
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shook me like
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SULU
Now in the back of my mind,
yo I'm thinking about the gains that we've made.
But I can't help but think about the games that we played
where we kept on spending quarters just to move on to the next level.
But the devil's that there's no context for the marketing plans.
So you forget originality and target the fans based on calculated fallacies.
You sound alike and look alike.
I found the mic and hook despite
the shaky ground in sight.
The book I write is never getting read
because we're lacking any class-i-f-i-c-ation.
Now we're losing our gas.
But not losing our car, or even losing our direction.
'Cause we still got a far way to go to reach perfection.
It's kinda hard to realize that this is what you wanna do
when every moment is a battle and a battle that you lose
seven times of the above.
But we do it out of love.
And you know that you'll prevail
so you gotta exhale.
CHORUS
J-BOMB
I asked for the steak, but you only brought me gravy
You put me in charge, but you treat me like a baby
Smoke and mirrors, say I'm living the next dream
If dreams are the sundae then where's all the cream?
I pray to the Lord, and hope that things go well.
But my brain power sux, so I'm living in hell
Pull me aside, you say I did a good job
But I listened to your ego, and feel like I got robbed
With a positive attitude, I think you can go far.
I'm at the 50 yard line. No life! No job! No car!
I would aim for the sky becuz my head was in the clouds
My feet are on the ground. My hands are pulling at the shrouds
Trying to bring life away from my delusion
Apply that energy so I can lose my illusion
Now I have no sight. Come to think of it that's vital.
Knowing where I am I'm lucky to have had a shot at the title.
CHORUS
