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This song resonates with me.

[Hook:]
Oh right, oh
Oh why na-da-da-da
I keep my head high
I got my wings to carry me
I don’t know freedom
I want my dreams to rescue me
I keep my faith strong
I ask the lord to follow me
I’ve been unfaithful
I don’t know why you call on me

This is my canvas
I’ma paint it how I want it baby, oh I
This is my canvas
I’ma paint it, paint it, paint it, how I want it n—a
F–k you cause there
There is no right or wrong
Only a song
I like to write alone
Be in my zone
Think back to Forest Hills, no perfect home
But the only thing like home I’ve ever known
Until they snatched it from my mama
And foreclosed her on the loan
I’m so sorry that I left you there to deal with that alone
I was up in New York City chasin’ panties, gettin’ dome
Had no clue what you was goin’ through
How could you be so strong?
And how could I be so selfish, I know I can be so selfish
I could tell by how I treat you with my girl
D–n she so selfless, but she put up with my way
Because she loves me like you do
And though it don’t always show I love her just like I love you
And I need to treat you better
Wish you could live forever, so we could spend more time together
(I love you mama)

[Hook]

[Bridge:]
Apparently, you believe in me, you believe in me
Apparently, you believe in me and I thank you for it

Another day another rhyme ho
Another day another time zone
Today I woke up feelin’ horny so it’s only right
I got two b—hes playin’ on my trombone
Keep up, never sure where the words would take me
N—as eat em up, and regurgitate me
S–t jumped tight never slurred it lazy
Give a virgin the urge to rape me
N—a please
Best friends really make great for enemies
My watch came n—as can’t wait for one of these
I see you n—a, this ain’t no Rolex, it’s a AP n—a
I’m hot dog, catch up to me n—a
Uh, couldn’t resist
Aim for the stars and I shouldn’t have missed
But I was ridin’ on fumes so I stopped by the moon
Now I’m sittin’ on the hood of this b—h
Like thanks for the view
Waitin’ on thanks from a few cause without me you wouldn’t exist
You know that s–t gave you the blueprint don’t forget
Cole is your phone on zero percent
Going off, now n—as showin’ off
N—as swear they hard but they flowin’ soft
I’m taking off like boing on a big ass Boeing
Gettin’ head like a coin toss
Too easy

[Hook]

[Bridge]
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The manuscript Blue Lines is the fictional coming of age narrative of a young California woman Key Yemaya Walker, and her 2 year growing journey through school, love, and life period piece, written by Kenneth Suffern, Jr., taking place at the University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill between the years of 1997 – 1998. Loosely based on true events, and experiences during that time, told through the eyes and voice of the main female protagonist, a freshman first attending the school.

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