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Chorus 1 God is great and God is good But God didn't help me when he could And love dances so slowly... bye Verse 1 I haven't written in awhile as I look through my loose leaf Even Bruce Lee couldn't kick it like me on these looped beats I should spit but I'm afraid my mood's beat If I write a song now, it might be too weak Yeah that's me, dedicated to my craft, it's all I have All I've had, always my future, never ever my past But sometimes I wish...there was something else Someone to fill the void in this shell Staring at this screen as I type these lyrics Hoping that you'll like it, when you get to read it I've got one shot, one chance to get you to feel me One cut, and I'm damned if you don't dig it Bridge Nights like these, my mind starts to twist Thoughts start to drift, darkness starts to breathe 2:58 in Daytona, 2 minutes to 3 Never looked so closer, should probably go to sleep But I don't, because the lady keeps on prancing Twirling and twisting, I think she calls it dancing My mom says it's impolite to stare But if she knew what I was doing, she wouldn't care She opens her blouse, grabs my head Round and round, I'm spun in her web An imaginary kiss, to the lips Hands down my pants; a terrible kiss Chorus 1 Bridge I...I can't feel anything My arms are numb and I'm hoping you noticed The line I left off... Verse 2 I'm freaking out and it's 2:59 Heart beatin' faster, maybe this is all a sign From God, why didn't she like me, was she too fine? Was I too nice? I knew I should have smiled More...since the Fall, I tripped and lost touch With my friends and my sister I haven't called In a month, stuck in that lonely house While I stay cut by these broken doubts From these blogs that wouldn't write me To these girls who didn't like me To these bad grades that are less than satisfactory It seems that I only fall for the girls With scabby holes for hearts I guess I'm not that smart My eyes strain, staring at my computer I take the bait, wondering if it thinks I'm a loser It's dark and it's late, yet all I do is use her To keep the demons away, ironically, they come through her Bridge Nights like these, my mind starts to twist Thoughts start to drift, darkness starts to creep 2:59 in Daytona, 1 minutes to 3 Never looked so closer, but I can't go to sleep Because all I can think about is my sister And how life used to be When we were littler We were free We just didn't know it then Too busy with school, too busy with pens I wanted to be an engineer, now I don't I'd rather obsess over the lines I wrote The lines I write, the rhymes I spoke The lines they'll hear, they'll crown me GOAT Music and words, my ones and only And now it's time that I told that story: At 3AM, the lady continues to dance Prancing and twisting, she calls it a living And I agree, she has a responsibility A couple of kids and a man who's on disability So what choice does she have but to keep making a living And with my regards, she'll keep on spinning Chorus 2 This is just a courtesy call This is just a matter of policy X 3 This is just an act of kindness To let you know that your time is up Yeah mom, I'm fine. Yeah...just tired. Yeah, I printed the ticket. The next time we talk, I'll be in Jersey. For the Winter... *Plane taking off*