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Trying to Move On In all the days I've been here and through all the exhaustion,Trying to Move On by ~ixbleedingeyesxi
All that matters in color or grey is how much this shit's costed.
Through money and bile and style
And relationships and complaining bits
Of pieces in the sheets or leases that aren't beat down enough to see,
In the end this is what you wanted me to be.
I see her smile in the fire of my dreams
And I'm in dire need for her to see this is me.
I miss you more than anything..
One more hell and kiss goodbye to know that she's alright tonight.
One more longing and one more stare tonight.
One more song and one more glare of light.
You know this to an extent but don't know all
Lyrics to a song I made Here I am with this fuckin hoebag.Lyrics to a song I made by ~ixbleedingeyesxi
I'd rather spend my time with blood-suckin cro mags.
I know it's not so nice,
But shit, I do suffice..
I guess I gotta pay the motherfuckin price.
I know you don't know me,
But I really do know you.
Like in the spinny tea cups
You get all sorts confused.
All I want
And all I flaunt
Is my life to be typed in a certain font
For all the shitty languages to understand.
Cause you can't stand some bitches like
I. Can.
BluegrassJazz Though one can't shake the ties with niggers hanging from treesBluegrassJazz by ~CannibalStorm
neither can deny the impulse to smack his wife around a little
Didn't Matter if the four-four porch stomp carried string dynamos
or if some gypsy beat a snare in Balkan time, I'm sure the derelicts danced the same.
One might barely lift his trumpet with spider-thin arms
willowed, withheld, waking
to shoot up more cool.
The other might pass out in the pigpen after too many hallelujahs
or whatever heaven he found could be extracted from corn.
And don't tell me they wouldn't set aside differences over a banquet of collards and yams
shimmering rich in fatback.
Might've had
Lazy 
