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Unit 04 Dictation Expanding Skills For Listening 1

Everlasting - Landon

Wasting My Time - Prod. Lee Wong

A remix of an unreleased song with my gurl Kitsi<<3

Ride

I ain't scared, but I'm hopeless. 
Been down this road so much I know where I'm goin'. 
But I still get lost between the trees. 
And I ain't here, but I'm present. 
And the Light outside is beggin' for my attention, 
But the devil's grabbin at my feet. 
I wanna say that I'm better now, 
Don't ever think about the heat, or the sand,  or the barracks now. 
But I'd be lyin', still hear the sound of the bullet whippin' past when I'm drivin'. 
I been takin' time to heal before I make my way to that river bank again. 
But I can hear the sound of the trickle callin' me in. 

I feel older, and wiser now, 
But I'm still that ole boy in the back of that house. 
With his guitar and his head up in the clouds, 
and when he can’t let his feelings out, 
He grabs his book, and his pen to the river and he airs em out,
Cuz he can hide but he knows he can’t run, 
From the Sun when it wants to come up.

I lose faith, I'll admit it. 
Some days it's strong, somedays I wanna forget it.
Somedays I feel defeated in the doubts. 
Then the light burns on my skin and 
When the Sun goes down the moon sears and it bends it, 
Beggin' me to make my last call out, 
I'm gettin' desperate here,
I need supplication, a listenin' ear. 
I need some who knows how to make me whole again. 
And tell me my soul is ruptured and torn, shattered and damaged, and takin' a toll. 
And that I need to leave my achin' prayers on the riverbend. 

I feel older, and wiser now, 
But I'm still that ole boy in the back of that house. 
With my guitar and my head up in the clouds, 
and when I can’t his my feelings out, 
I grab my book, and my pen to the river and I air em out,
Cuz I can hide but I knows I can’t run, 
From the Sun when it wants to come up.

Cuz he can hide but he knows he can’t run, 
From the Sun when it wants to come up.

[background vocal]
and when he can’t let his feelings out, 
He grabs his book, and his pen to the river and he airs em out,
Cuz he can hide but he knows he can’t run, 
From the Sun when it wants to come up. 


Sun Comin' Up

Highly Anticipated .. Long Awaited... History in the Making... w a t x r  i n  s p a c x 

g o o d  x v x n i n g

I’m feelin kinda lost, going out my mind.
Been doin this for 3 years, I did my time. 
Now everyone pretend like they know me like 
I ain't sittin’ on a milly, but all I show you hoes is dimes.
I’m tired of the bull, tired of these bitches playin’ with me. 
Say you love my songs, but yall ain’t really tryna sing em with me
Everytime I drop some shit, some bitches got some shit to say.
But I ain’t worried bout it, all I say is fuck em, walk away. 
Everyday, playin' face, but underneath it's all the same. 
Copy, paste, beg me for a feature, then they drop my name. 
Got me in your sights now, baby, take a shot, so I can put you in the spotlight, baby. 
This shit give me an appetite, baby. 
I get hungry, connect to it like satellite, baby. 
I'm a junkie, I'm jonesin' for this music life shit, 
It's like a needle to my veins, how it got me vice gripped. 
Like this.
But lately, all it's doin' is makin' me lifeless. 
Be lookin' back like damn, man. 
"What we doin, what's the plan, man?"
Just spark the spliff and hit the clouds, don't give a fuck where we gone land, man.
Ignore em,
Ignore the pussy ass hoes who say we gettin' boring. 
Cuz we been doin' this before 'em.
And I ain't here for back and forth, 
But if it really hit the fan, some of you bitches would come knockin' at the door.

(Chorus) 
I don't wanna hide what's on my mind. 
But I don't know the way to say it, 
So I put my pencil to the paper, these days.

Too busy drinkin',  thinkin' bout the time that I been wastin'
I'm wasted, 
And bout to take the pen up off the paper.
I'm tired of singin' 
Tired of writin' songs, 
Tired of givin my all to these artists for them to do me wrong. 
Tired of claimin' brothers and sisters who ain't really rockin' with ya. 
That take a chance and they diss you when folks get them alone.
And then they front and act like they didn’t, 
Say that I’m actin different, 
I  call em out for the shit then they start lookin shocked.
But it’s alright, I already did it, I done made my mark. 
I made it to the top, I'm on my pedestal now,
I might be gone for a while, 
But I look back with a smile, 
Cuz Im the king of this shit don’t need no ring 
Cuz I cling to the crown

(Chorus) 
I don't wanna hide what's on my mind. 
But I don't know the way to say it, 
So I put my pencil to the paper, these days.

This shit used to get me high off of nothin'.
Inhale it like a cigarette, I'm fiendin' for the buzz. 
I'm buggin'
Now I don't know who I can put my trust in, 
 Keep showin' me them true colors, bitch, 
And I'll keep movin' and adjustin'. 
Breakin' news, just in: 
You  bitches always got some shit to say and it's disgustin'
Y'all keep me in discussions. 
Beatin' on your brain so much, you hoes got a concussion. 
But it's alright it's just the reporcussions, 
So y'all can keep discussin'

(Chorus) 
I don't wanna hide what's on my mind. 
But I don't know the way to say it, 
So I put my pencil to the paper, these days.

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