Eleven
09-04-2006, 12:54 PM
done this in 20-30mins yesterday but didn't have the time to post it...
il rep for feed..as usall
FORGET ME?
(hook/chorus)
One day your at the top
Next day your at the bottom
Moneys all he thought
Look how far that got’em
Slowly as my life begins to rot
Forget me is the only advice left I got
(verse 1)
You should forget mike he regrets life he no longer cares
He wrecked writes when he checked mics but he no longer flares
A pen and pad cost a few quid but his lyrics were priceless
And that pen and pad is what he spent his life with
Like a heathen drummer the way he smashed on symbols
Battle him and your leaving under it was just that simple
He was focused on rap but now hes hopeless and wack
Infact he can’t cope with the fact that he chokes on a track
Hes crap hes basic hes cracked lets face it
These tracks took rap and they disgraced it
He lost the plot blowing smoke like an exhaust that’s shot
His fingers were like roads, crossed a lot
But his luck ran out he has nothing left
But can you really ask for more, he gave it his best
(hook/chorus)
One day your at the top
Next day your at the bottom
Moneys all he thought
Look how far that got’em
So slowly as my life starts to rot
Forget me is the only advice left I got
(verse 2)
Its true its like he blew up mics when he opened his mouth
Viewed as tight he chewed up writes looking so proud
Put his heart and soul into everything he spoke
And poured his heart and soul through the ink when he wrote
Wouldn’t stop writing till he had his lights out, breathless
But he liked it dark, so saved for an iced out necklace
He was still painting pictures but in the wrong frame of mind
Legendary like ancient scriptures but left the game behind
He acted like a gangster pretending to be hard
His life had only started but the ending wasn’t far
Living a lie had been giving a try so what was next
He would give the devil his soul, swapped for cheques
Now demons rule his life he’s constantly stressed
Started carving lines of hate into his chest
Depressed so he sliced his wrists, no more yawning
Cause he was tired of waking up every morning
(hook/chorus)
One day your at the top
Next day your at the bottom
Moneys all he thought
Look how far that got’em
So slowly as my life starts to rot
Forget me is the only advice left I got
il rep for feed..as usall
FORGET ME?
(hook/chorus)
One day your at the top
Next day your at the bottom
Moneys all he thought
Look how far that got’em
Slowly as my life begins to rot
Forget me is the only advice left I got
(verse 1)
You should forget mike he regrets life he no longer cares
He wrecked writes when he checked mics but he no longer flares
A pen and pad cost a few quid but his lyrics were priceless
And that pen and pad is what he spent his life with
Like a heathen drummer the way he smashed on symbols
Battle him and your leaving under it was just that simple
He was focused on rap but now hes hopeless and wack
Infact he can’t cope with the fact that he chokes on a track
Hes crap hes basic hes cracked lets face it
These tracks took rap and they disgraced it
He lost the plot blowing smoke like an exhaust that’s shot
His fingers were like roads, crossed a lot
But his luck ran out he has nothing left
But can you really ask for more, he gave it his best
(hook/chorus)
One day your at the top
Next day your at the bottom
Moneys all he thought
Look how far that got’em
So slowly as my life starts to rot
Forget me is the only advice left I got
(verse 2)
Its true its like he blew up mics when he opened his mouth
Viewed as tight he chewed up writes looking so proud
Put his heart and soul into everything he spoke
And poured his heart and soul through the ink when he wrote
Wouldn’t stop writing till he had his lights out, breathless
But he liked it dark, so saved for an iced out necklace
He was still painting pictures but in the wrong frame of mind
Legendary like ancient scriptures but left the game behind
He acted like a gangster pretending to be hard
His life had only started but the ending wasn’t far
Living a lie had been giving a try so what was next
He would give the devil his soul, swapped for cheques
Now demons rule his life he’s constantly stressed
Started carving lines of hate into his chest
Depressed so he sliced his wrists, no more yawning
Cause he was tired of waking up every morning
(hook/chorus)
One day your at the top
Next day your at the bottom
Moneys all he thought
Look how far that got’em
So slowly as my life starts to rot
Forget me is the only advice left I got