Music by Devon Donald Klee
Lyrics by Devon Donald Klee
Production by Devon Donald Klee
Artwork by Max Greenberg


LYRICS:

[Petey]:
You’re so ugly
You make me wanna cry
Plus your feet stink
It makes me wanna die
Girl, please walk away
My patience has run dry
All of a sudden
[Make it stop, please]

I thought I could stand it
(You know,) the stench and the flies
Your hideous features
That cause tears to flood my eyes
I so want to feel it
That magic love in my heart
But my one and only complaint is everything about you, baby

You’re so stupid
You’re always asking “why?”
(why, why)
Plus you’re violent
You hurt me all the time
(black eye)
Please convince me, girl
To give you one more try
I’d love to hear it 


[Marsha]:
Oh, good God, Petey!!!

Just look at yourself and you’ll figure out why
You’re uglier than me and my mother combined
And you’re not even funny
To make up for that horrible face of yours

[Petey]:
Oh my God, Marsha, you’re right.

[Marsha]:
Yeah, I know, Pete, that’s why I’m your wife.

[Narrator]:
There we have it, the couple has salvaged their marriage again.

[Petey and Marsha]:
We’re so ugly
We make each other cry
But who’s counting?
It happens all the time
That’s what we call love
Our eyes are never dry
When we’re together
And sometimes when we are apart

My One & Only

I'll Be Walkin' My Path is a feel good and up-tempo song about empowerment, confidence, and embracing ownership in the person God created you to be. 

Credits:

Artist: ADONAI
Songwriter: ADONAI
Producer/Mixer/Engineer: ADONAI

I'll Be Walkin' My Path

I'll Be Walkin' My Path (DEMO)

I hate writing songs
I don’t care if you like them or if you sing along and
I hate working out 
I don’t care if you bench 310 so go and shove a sock in your mouth
And I hate having fun 
I never cared for parties all the people are dumb
And I hate all the shit spilling out of your mouth
So you should hunch above the toilet with a plunger till you clear it out

Never own my own space
I’m trapped inside my mind's cage
The bars are made of bones they say they’re shaped to make a migraine 
I'm turning inside out and 
and my skins a burning shroud
With the buttons made of knuckles I can’t recognize them now


I hate writing songs
I don’t care if you despise them or the lyrics sound wrong 
And I hate mixing tracks 
BS-ing my De-essing, and compressing till my stacks sound like crap
And I hate thinking hard
Oh Wow you went to Harvard? Bitch, you’ll never go far
And I hate all the shit spilling out of your mouth
So you should hunch above the toilet with a plunger till you clear it out

Never own my own space
I’m trapped inside my mind's cage
The bars are made of bones they saw they’re shaped to make a migraine 
Im turning inside out and 
my skin's a burning shroud
With the buttons made of knuckles I can’t recognize them now

I Hate - Demo

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