prod beautiful lou

u aint never seen a nigga come thru how i come thru 
unexpected i aint said it dont be confused i dont want u
stand on what u did and dont regret it or forget it 
ill remember ur intentions and forever let it haunt u
walkin interlockin with bitches who have no conscience 
if she does me bad its over kill that demon on ur shoulder hoe
let me hold ur bra strap i wont lose it or refuse it 
lemme see u in ur suit i swear to god im boutta motorboat
no im not surprised that ur shirt can carry a 4x4
put on ur new skirt we boutta show up to the corner sto
ran up on ur man he turned all pale like he done overdosed
its like he woke up in the forest dark as hell with men in coats n cloaks
i pervertedly inserted and the whole neighborhood heard it 
and they thought it was a murder but its only me and her in here

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Don't Wake Me Up, by Waagan.

Lyrics:
Guess I’m tired of the same things
Going around inside of my head
Need some help to find the something
To keep me company when I need to rest

‘Cause I’m tired, like all the time
Wish I could pause my fucking mind

I could use some sleep for my dead brain
My body aches, but I guess it’s alright
Been running around like a dead weight
But after dark I can’t find the light

‘Cause I’m tired, like all the time
Wish I could pause my fucking mind

Don’t wake me up in the morning
Don’t wake me up

Don’t wake me up in the morning
Don’t wake me up

Guess I’m tired of the same things
Going around inside of my head


Don't Wake Me Up

Sitting on a park bench, watching people.
Never know just who or what will come by.
A class from 2nd grade, a bunch of weirdos on parade,
A girl I used to know in Junior High.
There’s a man who looks just like Pat Sajak.
I asked him if I could buy a vowel.
I guess he’d heard that before, he said, “Sure, there are four,”
“You wanna buy some more or solve the puzzle now?

A man who asked me if I had a quarter.
I didn’t, but I gave him a dollar bill.
A bunch of kids on skates, a lawyer running late.
Someone’s grandma selling daffodils.
A man came by and asked if he could join me.
I said I didn’t know I was coming apart.
He grinned, told me his name, I grinned back and did the same,
Then for forty-five minutes he opened up his heart.

I should be happy with this life I’ve got.
I should be happy, but I’m ‘fraid I’m not.
I should be happy, but I find, happy’s just a waste of time.
Sadness comes along and smooths things out.

He proceeds to share with me his story.
I could not believe the tales he spun.
Some lives have been charmed, some lives have been harmed,
But my new friend, he’d had neither one.
“Everything I touch,” he said’s, “been middling.
I have never had the highs, nor lows.
You may think that sounds grand, but what you fail to understand,
Is that it gets so lonely with no place to go.

He asked me if I thought I was happy.
I paused to think it through, then I agreed.
“That’s what I once thought,” he said, “Least what I was taught instead
Of looking at my life with honesty.
But I noticed all those peaks and valleys
Started looking like a parking lot.
It was flat, it was square, and it never went anywhere,
I spent all my time just looking for my spot.

I should be happy with this life I’ve got.
I should be happy, but I’m ‘fraid I’m not.
I should be happy, but I find, happy’s just a waste of time.
Sadness comes along and smooths things out.

I’ve been thinking ‘bout this man’s dilemma, pondering the moral of his tale.
Do sad and happy cancel out? Do whispers balance when you shout,
Is winning just the opposite of fail?
Or are they all companions in this journey we’re all in together?
Would life be complete if one was gone?
You gotcha good, you gotcha bad, you gotcha happy and your sad.

I Should Be Happy

mediocre

Retired the beginning of 2023. Been writing music seriously for about six years. Thanks for listening - and sharing!

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