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I'm too bitter about love to write a love song
And the worst part was we were perfect
The heavens crumbled when you slipped through my fingers girl
You left me like atlas to hold up my own world
Thank you for setting me free
Because without this I would have never become me
Thank you oh thank you for setting me free
The bird is out the cage, you're gonna hear it's melody
I'm too bitter about love, to even want it
And it's a shame cause baby you made it feel so good
Love isn't something you can just walk away from
The worst for me is over, your demons are still to come
Thank you for setting me free baby
Because without this I would have never become me
Thank you oh thank you for setting me free
The bird is out the cage, you're gonna hear it's melody
I'm too bitter about love to even pass it on the street
But it's okay cause girl I've never felt so good
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I'm a stolen soldier
In the heart of hell
And I'm taking over
So just wish me well
You can't keep me sober
You can't keep me straight
I'm stepping out for a cigarette
I'm not a man who will give up on you
So I'm reaching for the top
Till the stars are in my rear view
I run, I run shit now
I was all alone in the devils valley
I struck a deal and he thought he had me
But I turned around and I did him dirty
I tried to warn him, but he never heard me
I'm not a guy who will give up that fast
Put the crown upon my head
And you know it's gonna last
I run, I run shit now
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My thoughts might not be seen
But as they travel back and forth between
The mind and screen
It becomes mores of an art
And less of a dream
Take a look and break it down musically
I'm untouchable
my skills have a wide range they're adjustable
I'm under fire but my beats stay indestructible
my songs are blowing up, that's combustible
I want to share the symphonies that lay themselves out in my head,
and have success but I don't mean making more bread,
because as I said that's combustible,
beauty and family is water over the flame
they're loveable
and those are the people who keep you humble,
And grab your hand when you stumble
and so through every generation who has their future weighing down their shoulders,
When minds look beyond the horizon the moment is harder to hold,
but every baby that is raised is starting to become stronger and overcome these obstacles and suffer no longer.
I want to rise above the masses and be laughing at the average,
so I'm beginning to let my mind ponder.
My thoughts might not be seen
But as they travel back and forth between
The mind and screen
It becomes mores of an art
And less of a dream
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