yea boy hell yea bro.keep.it up. like this one ha

bro you killed it. keep spittin those lyrics.  

Artie this is Amazing! So Awesome! :) Don't forget about me when you're famous!

I wanna be homemade, homemade, homemade for you
I wanna be original, original, original for you

Some say love is a battlefield 
So give me a gun
Cuz I would fight for you love
I will fight for you love
No matter what you go through
 I'll always take good care of you
I'll be the one that you can trust
and i wanna be homemade original
Something thats the truth not fictional
I promise to be what you need


I wanna be homemade, homemade, homemade for you
I wanna be original, original, original for you

(Artie Smith)
I want to be the type of guy to make you feel like the most loved woman
Without sex, without stress; Oh yeah I'm coming
I want to be homemade, or you can call me old fashioned
But I want to give you the type of life that's full of passion
And watch your reaction, without physical attraction
And not let my job separate us or become a distraction
Or take you for granted, and think that you'll never leave me
Or stop showing my "love" for you baby if you don't please me
And if you could see my lyrics you'd see "love" in quotations
And if you read our history you'd see "fake" in a citation
But I don't want it like that, I want to be with you for you
And remember those words, 30 years after I say I do
Cause I will stay true and still wrap you in my arms
And kiss you the same as the first time without harm
And let how I treat you be a reflection of my faith
And not idolize your body, but girl your beautiful face

I wanna be homemade, homemade, homemade for you
I wanna be original, original, original for you

Homemade (Feat. A. Smith)

..And I can't even look at myself
And I'll sit down cause I can't even stand the thought of myself
I'm preachin to the choir but I hate the man in the mirror
Cause I know he's a selfish liar, cheater and a killer
But I'm living this life and I don't wanna be taken for granted
Although everything I'm granted gets taken away from me goddammit
I think I'm big, you think i be little, you belittle me
it's plain to see, the mystery of you and me is bravery
You need me but you need me not, you save me then you let me rot
And I'm still in my garden dropping pedals like she loves me not
How the hell you love me? I can't even get a compliment
You tell me I look like shit and to you that's an accomplishment
You tell me that we bleed the same, that's fucked up
Cause were either all depressed or your fucked up
Where the hell are you when I clinch my fist?
Can't tell if I'm emotional or emotionless
But it says it on my wrist, and the price for life it aint right
My necklaces are tangled up, that's a metaphor for my life
I must admit, I be rapping, I feel like shit so I'ma spit it,
Say I wanna kill myself then after this song say i didn't
I'm drinking to die, I'm dying to live
But all these empty bottles aint doing shit, am I making sense?
But this blemish won't diminish so i'll just finish these shots
To be honest I just want a bullet in my head and not these thoughts

Scraping the paint of the wall
Are you even, are you even there?
I don't want my heart to beat, unless you're thinking of me
Are you even, are you even there?

And they say, today love don't mean shit
And were trapped in the moments, the moments we'll never get
So I'll just yell a bit, at who? the person that I'm close too
Aint it funny how I love you just simply turns into fuck you
But baby, don't leave, let me have a minute, and I swear that I'll get it
You want out of it? well out of what? Cause baby I'm not with it
You'll never have a minute, that's all it took to turn on me!
Go message all your girls on Facebook, you had your turn with me
And tell em that you love them like you did to me, 
Watch me stick by you through everything and then just turn on me
Now the tables turn, and it's your turn to cry to me
Fuck that, If i hear you're voicemail again you're gonna need surgery
Your call has been forwarded to a ….aw shut the fuck up!
You think it's just you? But i can't even think straight I'm so fucked up
 I'm at the bottom of the bottle, the bottle is so unbearable, 
Comparable to me having a value is a miracle


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