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j-x - i love y'all lyrics

welcome to doc-ment 33, there is h-lla big confidence surfacing
i’m done doin’ things that are hurtin’ me like helpin’ a cop that is searchin’ me
certainly, when you purchased your cd, you were nervous, b
cause’ it’s burstin’ the circuitry off of your 15’s; there’s a service fee to fix em’ urgently
when my cadence starts, you can tell that i raised the bar
so motherf-ckin’ high you need a different length of arms
isn’t for the faint of heart, when you give it to a&rs
lay a tarp, cause they hit the pavement hard when they fainted. sharp
as a swordfish is cause i’m forcin’ his endorphins to course within
get your head out of your -ss like contortionists
you don’t rap important sh-t. put a cork in it!
love pours from my pores every orifice
don’t get it twisted like torsion is
i’m casting a spell like a sorceress
to wake you up out of you ignorant bliss
different, strange, with the sh-t i say
stick my w-ng in this fricken’ game
i’m off the wall like a ricochet, and i hold no punches like mma
raw, vivid, and auspicious; i need a leg up like a dog p-sses
no pausin’ it, i’m on business, got a gift like santa claus visits
no bottom feeder like crawfishes
am in my element. all this ego is cr-p and irrelevant
i’m takin’ my love, and i’m actually sellin’ it, and we can relish it

chorus
be strong, be strong! i know the road has been long
self-pity is an ugly drug you have overdosed on!
i’ve got too much love to share
too much love to give
just to quit because i’m scared, or i’m sufferin’
yeah, i’ma make it; i’m gonna make a statement
life’s givin’ me a test you better bet i’m gonna ace it
i’ve got too much love to share; too much love to give
too much love to share; too much love to give

verse 2
from commercialism, you can’t understand this like its cursive written
by some nervous women with perc addictions and blurry vision
when i’m spittin’, the earth is splttin’ like occurs in fission
verses go over your head like sh-t-spurtin’ pigeons
you’re the person sittin’
no worthless victim
my root’s in the tao of the universe
i’m headed to the top and i’m never lookin’ down like some nudists flirt
ain’t’ no use to curse, moody, irked, and feelin’ booty hurt
while you is perched on the couch viewin’ movies, sir, we choose to work!
to win it in rap, lotta sh-t can distract
it seems harder to reach than an itch in a cast
who knew gettin’ bit by a tick would advance
to this motherf-ckin point, but i’m livin’ at last
n-gga, i’m back! like a vertebrae
you ain’t’ heard of me? your mind’s a fertile egg
the words i say are like a sperm, when laid, they’re gonna germinate
and gonna sure create a better earth today
it’s like a motherf-ckin’ comedy
to bridge the dichotomy between every ideology
there’s gotta be a common thing to bring us together like “soddering”
i’m on an odyssey to end animosity
we all like b00bs! well alright, dude
why can’t we get along as simple as haikus?
sometimes you gotta look at a dog to remind you
you can love without judging; it’s something that i do

verse 3
hey yo, wait! there’s a stalemate. sh-t’s about to get mushier than some play-doh clay
i’m helpin’ the blind see like a braille plate
and, i finally found my balance like i rail skate
no more frail state; i am a-ok
back up on my bread like some mayonnaise
we’re connected in a quantum-entangled state
and, i love y’all like juggalos love faygo, mane!
i talk a lot, you’re my confidants
a phenomenon, i’m toppin’ the common bots
do i rock, or not? i’m off of the choppin’ block
headed to the top spot like a cosmonaut
and i’m takin’ y’all with me, (ahhh)
to send my message i’m risking lots
like i’m holding and the tsa is frisking c-cks
i’m stickin’ to my code like da vinci’s, watch
pristine bod, cause i just eat plants (with an accent)
getting stress off my chest like an itchy bra
i am indie and indeed in deep, gosh
can i get to the level of bliss he’s got?
it’s not all bliss. it’s lessons, too
gotta conquer inside, a domestic coup
yeah, we feelin’ like somebody threw a wrench into
our whole system get a new engine, dude
cause’ you gotta get driven and open up shop, i am choppin’ the ribbon
i hold it together like lockin’ a rivet up into position i polish and finish
hot as cajun food, my creative juice
is savin’ you pain when you
believe negativity your mind’s sayin’s true
but, it ain’t, it’s skewed, f-ck your lame excuse!

- j x lyrics

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