These words are my own. Threw some chords together the combination D-E-F, it's who I am, it's what I do, and I was gonna lay it down for you. Try to focus my attention but I feel so A-D-D. I need some help, some inspiration (But it's not coming easily).
Trying to find the magic, trying to write a classic. Don't you know, don't you know, don't you know? Waste-bin full of paper, clever rhymes, see you later.
These words are my own, from my heart flow. I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you. There's no other way to better say. I love you, I love you...
Read some Byron, Shelly and Keats recited it over a Hip-Hop beat. I'm having trouble saying what I mean with dead poets and drum machines. I know I had some studio time booked but I couldn't find a killer hook. Now you've gone & raised the bar right up, nothing I write is ever good enough.
These words are my own, from my heart flow. I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you. There's no other way to better say. I love you, I love you...
I'm getting off my stage. The curtains pull away. No hyperbole to hide behind. My naked soul exposes.
Trying to find the magic, trying to write a classic. Don't you know, don't you know, don't you know? Waste-bin full of paper, clever rhymes, see you later.
These words are my own from my heart flow. I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you.
That's all I got to say, can't think of a better way, and that's all I've got to say, I love you, is that okay?
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