BEDROOM DEMO

Everyone makes mistakes

Hanging around on the streets but that's what it takes

To make a man out of a boy that used to be

What you're telling me that ain't no use to me

I got to get my life sorted

So many things I need but never could afford it

Yeah you know the feeling

I knew some of the kids around were drug dealing

I didn't wanna get involved

I just wanted to watch the records I made revolve

What's your problem, jack?

You're taking a fall every time there's a setback

I got to care for my baby

I got to try to make some time for my lady

Get a job, nah that ain't my style

And I'm about to get wild

I drop buckets on your head

I need to get myself a brand new bed

Waaaahhh

I gotta laugh in your face

Straight to your heart you be feeling this

Who do you know that's calm and still villainous?

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We're succeeding

But at least I was doing it with feeling

Heads, now you get a taste of the double

No trouble, you're just another one on the rubble

I take a pillow and attack you

And if I miss I get your mother to smack you

I get mental till I turn out the damn place

And if you throw some of that shit in my face

I throw it back and I carry a ruck sack

Too strong, don't try to play with my mind, jack

I'm hyper, busting out the lyrics with backbone

I got to get myself a black phone

Responsibilities

That's what I have and I have the abilities

Young man with a plan and

Goddamn Here I am

Push, push, I never can say goodbye

But at least I can say that I did try

Get off the drug kid

Broke again now you see what the drug did

Get a life that's what they're drumming in my head

The baby needs to get fed

You know the children are the future

But why do you let the man treat you like shit?

Applications get filled up

And it's the foundations that I build up

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Check the lyrics

Apples and pears grow on a tree you need it

I grab a few and I eat them

Attack all the shitty rap labels and defeat them

Yup.... you know why 'cause I'm loving the music and I don't lie

I throw peanuts at your brain

You need to get your act together and stay plain

I got to stay consistent

Grand slam, I give you hell in an instant

I got to have total control

Shut your mouth; open your mind, that shit is old

Get a hold of your senses

Hell on earth from your birth is endless

Huh, you know the coo

Who's kicking who, now they're tricking you

And I call you pickle-breath

Hoover your bedroom, the music is loud, you're deaf

How can a man improve?

When every time he's making his move they try to block him?

Oh well I guess I got to think it over

I'm going quick, them others are moving slower

You got to catch me if you can

But you never will because you never can

I'm getting out of here soon

And if I could I'd be living on the moon

But instead I take a trip to Brixton

It ain't nothing but the music that I'm mixed in

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