Song Lyrics
So like me or lie me, but that ain t me nah Liiines, i keep on scribbling
these are the words that just be true
body s here but i m never in
Silly rhymes and feet-tap beats, i need a good use for all these lines Liiines, life is too short to store up grudges
But that ain t me nah, sending them out with love and faithfully
Why do i keep wasting time, i m counting up time that i ain t using 1,2,3,4
Life is too long to make no plans, life is too short to store up grudges, i keep on writing
I keep on writing, maybe the bait ain t juicy enough Ghostpoet, why do i keep wasting time
So i m switching, chucking spice in, in the spare room i m living in
but them folk ain t biting
i need a good use for all these lines
So i m switching, these are the words that just be true, in the spare room i m living in
silly rhymes and feet-tap beats
Body s here but i m never in, why do i keep wasting time
I m counting up time that i ain t using 1,2,3,4, life is too short to store up grudges, so i m switching
i keep on scribbling
why do i keep wasting time
Chucking spice in, why do i keep wasting time
so i m switching
silly rhymes and feet-tap beats
Sending them out with love and faithfully, they ll mean something to me cause Liiines, i need a good use for all these lines
Body s here but i m never in, but that ain t me nah
Life is too short to store up grudges, sending them out with love and faithfully Liiines, add some flavor
They ll mean something to me cause, but that ain t me nah
These are the words that just be true, life is too short to store up grudges Ghostpoet, why do i keep wasting time
i keep on writing
Maybe the bait ain t juicy enough, silly rhymes and feet-tap beats, body s here but i m never in
I keep on scribbling, in the spare room i m living in
Silly rhymes and feet-tap beats, why do i keep wasting time, it just ain t me
Life is too long to make no plans, silly rhymes and feet-tap beats
I keep on scribbling, but them folk ain t biting, so i m switching
Chucking spice in, so like me or lie me
so i m switching
Maybe the bait ain t juicy enough, i keep on scribbling
Silly rhymes and feet-tap beats, but that ain t me nah
I m counting up time that i ain t using 1,2,3,4, why do i keep wasting time
In the spare room i m living in, it just ain t me
but them folk ain t biting
It just ain t me, i m counting up time that i ain t using 1,2,3,4 Ghostpoet, sending them out with love and faithfully
