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#8 The Prequel -

Lyrics: Spill my thoughts Speaking guts This is the prequel To my life Couldn’t have seen it coming Hit like a train Out of the gates Running Down hate Shame And guilt Carrying more than one persons Baggage Carries me down Faster than I can swim Tell me I’m too fat then too thin You look too old Now too young To fit in Because I’m too loud Call me over the top You talk about me when I’m not around Does that make me famous Baby I’ve made It to varsity, see? They’re all trying to be just like Blowing steam Making smoke Their eyes are glued to me Sweating Cause it’s my turn Nervous? Not a chance You’ve had yours Step back Kick my feet up and relax Confidence Pours From all of my pours And creativity stems From inside my den My harbor Of hope And sheer will Luck some would have it Always a questionable Doubt Stuck swimming upstream Against the current But with the others Mending and bending The laws of physics Kudos Cheerios It will be harder next time The clock strikes Midnight The pumpkin will turn Back in to the seed Planted in your head By the very words Which I breath Heave, throw, It’s a longshot I know Take no prisoners It isn’t worth the bounty They’ve set Tried to catch me But you couldn’t Hidden in the shadows But always illuminated Haunt me Taunt me Spell it out You don’t like me Too much - Over the top - Spinning , boiling, the temperature is rising, that’s called global warming Sinking ships and Cursed lips Ruining the lives of thousands Nah-nah nah, nah, nah - Goose your it Should’ve ducked Before being hit Golden A chance to show them If you’re up to the challenge Let’s see how you manage the pressure I’m under No rock is too big Too keep me hiding Sunken ships left to rust While the rest left to Wait for the day Someone will finally say Enough is enough It’s the end