SQUIDIOLICIOUS

pick me up at that quiet street of muted fools.
i see them talking, walking, sizing potential tools.
i'll be there again tonight, and i noe i'll be wondering why.
its just a waste of time and dimes, why do we even try.
i mixed a beat with my feet, and i drop a few lines.
i see a shine or two come my way, and thats just fine.

and the questions i've heard about a million times.
if all rolled up in one, will sound like, "you're doin just fine."
why don't you take my hand and show me how you do what you do,
and when the light goes on, i'll pretend it wasn't you.

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part of the rap i'm writing.
dun ask me why i am writing a rap.
i just felt like it. it just came out.
i need to find that beats software again.
i feel like how i felt when i was 17.
it feels good taking 7 years off =)

i have so many things i wanna do and have to do.
and i know i'm right this time.

And winkle winkle little star,
how i wonder just how far you really are *_*