Venting From a Poet, Pt. 1 Lyrics

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Roses are red and violets are blue

I'm stuck in the meadows being lost in what to do

I'm stuck with my thoughts alone been tortured in my room

Late night on the microphone up talking to the moon

Waking up at night too long I haven't slept since June

Don't tell me I'm fine for real don't need your preaching too

I know life ain't perfect but it's been uncomfortable

Right now I might deserve it for the way I've acted too

She don't wanna talk no more since being with that dude

Why I even try no more I lose the more grew

At least I know I'm getting bigger

Far from being winner got my skin getting little thicker

Happy with my job but I still eat ramen for dinner

Asking God for grace cause he been treating me like sinner

Treat me more with healing stead of praying to this ceiling

Been a good guy so long I might try being villain

Might try being different

Try to live more when I listen

Be open to women that don't care about my feelings

Ah Ironically, already did it

This just how I fitness

Working out with all my stitches

Might turn to a menace since she rather be his missus

Too much I been tripping on the too far we done drifted

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Roses are red and violets are blue

I'm stuck in the meadows being lost in what to do

I'm stuck with my thoughts alone, been tortured in my room

Late night on the microphone up talking to the moon

Searching for the truth

Searching if it's worth it must be purpose in this blue

Sitting with the trees done had me talking to the spruce

Really it's been palm trees vacation type of yew

Losing all my past loves done made a stronger muse

Working like I'm next up but waiting in this queue

This year around Christmas I might turn into a Scrooge

Only thing that's different is my pockets isn't huge

Pocketing my tomb i been dying in these notes

Locked into the booth least I'm trying to be dope

This all just venting from a poet