| Writer’s block, sick of grippin' on this damn pencil
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| Messin' with this man’s mental. |
| I need to take a break.
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| I got simple symptoms of a man, gentle
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| Stressing 'cause my fam' miss you. |
| I need to see your face
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| On the Grand Central, navigation telling' me to drive slow
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| Thinkin' about all of the places I roam and people in my home
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| I wanna know why they come and go
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| Why I’m getting all these thoughts the piano and the drum evoke
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| I’m reminded of the first time we spoke, how you loved the
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| First rhyme I wrote, except the curses, but you loved the jokes
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| How you told me nights I wasn’t actin' right
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| Never letting me take some bad advice, we had our fights, but
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| It’s like your life was meant for you to be my mentor and my guardian
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| These feelings that I never want to enter in my heart again
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| Are seeping in, I’m weakened, I’m alive but I’m cold
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| I imagine you’re my passenger, reminisce on the road, back through time
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| Time, Time Goes By
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| Still I cry
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| Reminiscing 'bout you
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| And at night, I close my eyes
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| And ask why
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| I have to live without you. |
| (In My Life)
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| First Michael Jackson passes, now every day I’m askin'
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| Why weren’t you able to stay?
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| Days are only kind of better, so I’m writing you this letter
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| Full of things I never got to say.
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| First and foremost I love you and that never changes
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| When you left, I couldn’t gauge it, the pain was outrageous
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| But now it’s kind of strange, you help me get through the days just
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| By thinking of your face and reminiscing through the pages
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| Everything I wrote and that I’m saying on them stages
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| I’m passionate, I hear your laugh again and little traces
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| Of your smile flicker through my closed eyes,
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| Wishin' I could nose dive in your heart’s ocean and just float by,
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| Who knows why I feel the way that I do
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| I got more to say but I think that I’ll just save it for you
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| For that first day we meet again, the stories will be told
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| We’ll be drivin' through our lives and reminisce on the road, back through time
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| Time, Time Goes By
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| Still I cry
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| Reminiscing 'bout you
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| And at night, I close my eyes
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| And ask why
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| I have to live without you. |
| (In My Life)
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| Writer’s block, sick of grippin' on this damn pencil
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| Messin' with this man’s mental. |
| I need to take a break.
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| I got simple symptoms of a man, gentle
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| Stressing 'cause my fam' miss you. |
| I need to see your face
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| Time, Time Goes By
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| Still I cry
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| Reminiscing 'bout you
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| And at night, I close my eyes
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| And ask why
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| I have to live without you. |
| (In My Life)
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| Reminiscing on the better days, close my eyes and its like I can see your face
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| Grandpa always had a joke, I remember like it was yesterday
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| Last night when I fell asleep, I dreamed you were here right next to me.
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| We were young playing in the street, just kicking it old school like this beat
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| (this beat)
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| Best friend always had my back, always real and Im really grateful for that
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| Good friends from back in the days, so no one can every, every take your place
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| Seems like all my inspiration is moving and leaving and passing on
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| Bright stars that inspire me, touch my life and next minute theyre gone |