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charles hamilton - an angel's anneurism (pleasant overthinking pt. 2) lyrics

[intro]
charles hamilton!

[verse 1]
thinking out loud, laying on a cloud
there’s only 10 clouds (right?), and one of which you’re not allowed
who can stop me now?
watching the ground from a place called now
even as an old poster, you can’t take charles down
if this was a bicycle sale (buy sickle cell), shop around
find a cure for whatever sickness you wish was not a-round
or does sickness only love richness?
i guess a bugged sentence from me is the degree of a bugged chemist
too bad i never went to school for my gifts
the role of a king. the tools of a prince
flow of a sink. i move with a twist
clothes mostly pink. shoes that can fit
that’s all i need to be seen by the naked eye
all of me can be seen as forsaken time
cuz i have waited. been violated
even before the finer days find a way to become my days

[hook]
anytime i’m sittin alone, i simply get in the zone, no need to pick up the phone and get to driftin
when n0body’s around, i just listen to sound, think of verbs and nouns and put it in a sentence
when i get in the mood, this the thing that i do, and i give it to you just so you can listen
and i won’t stop for a minute
and i won’t stop for a minute

[verse 2]
too verbose, i suppose
close to the throne, but given less hope when alone
when i get letters from fans that say my sh-t helps them get better
it makes me deal with this sh-t better
memories creeping in to the present time
going through h-ll, paying for a check that heaven signed that bounced
i submitted a song to god but couldn’t tell her what the record was behind the bounce
told her “relax. i can find it out.”
she didn’t like my tone. it was time to get out
well god, i’m sorry. i found it
it’s called “always”. by a group named “all days”
so it wasn’t a fluke. i really love you
you might think it’s life. it’s really us two
i don’t know what’s left to say
why don’t i let the hook be the collection plate?

[verse 3]
it’s like when jay said “i jack, i rob, i sin”
i’m an imac. ipod. 3rdgen
cuz i rap like i got igin
the digital liquor that i share with my friends
my bad. i rock. nice chin
well i’m jab. i box. tyson
try jabs. i block. i win
i’m zab. why not? fight him
cuz i black. i’m hot. i’m sick
i tried crack, tried pot, it’s quite grim
but life has my spot right in the sky
that’s why god asked men to be nice cats
guys, stop lyin
i fight cl-ss. might not, might win
but my might is why the liars are frightened
the terror alert has been heightened
for those that say they don’t like him
i enjoy what i do. it’s like probiking
i would still be this driven with no stipend
in touch with my own spirits. ill ghostwriting

so fast i broke lightning with no writing. started writing, paper now won’t go by him

- charles hamilton lyrics

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