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solitude - joel jungle lyrics

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sitting in my car i can’t catch a break, so i put on my mitts, promote fitness i move fast & break
plastic spoons bend when i’m in the mix i be stacking cake
but none of it holds weight, til i have enough in back of trucks driving past your state

signed & delivered when i’m at the gate, like cameras at the toll, you’ll never actually see me passing plates
i need multiple bank accounts & a massive sp*ce
to pro*create, & captivate, start up building blocks in an inactive state

sit by the window & burn the sage, blood sweat & tears wеren’t offerings but those spеlls will cause you to turn the page
i’d rather close the book, horror stories creep up from behind & re*align with age
to remind us love is like watercolor paint

that’s why my solitude is necessary, people pleasing forced me to wait on success, at 17 i could’ve been legendary
it all went sour when you took the sweetness back from your berry
i felt like bruce almighty, now i’m back to being jim carrey

i don’t know if i wanna be alone, i don’t know if i wanna go out, i don’t know if i wanna be at home

i haven’t been the same since i let us fall
my egos big, my heart is sad & small
you were always there when i had to call

spill my own blood on the spoken art, i’m tired of feeling broken apart, if you can understand me, you’ve had a broken heart

chest pains & childhood wounds make it hard for me to follow through & that’s the reason why i’m forced to inherit more solitude
it’s not that easy to explain in depth, perception ruined, young age we knew we had to survive with the basic steps
everything pays off from hard work, you can’t fake the sweat
i started with the shoulder of a brick to lace the waist & chest

my peace (piece) of mind is an acp on the side of my head
i should be looking for emotional intelligence instead
conveyor belt friends always try to align with your bread
i let them rise, shawn michaels cries when i fly with the leg

i’m outside, i stay fly, kickin & flippin a staple pigeon
queens bred but we was east new york poor, watching cablevision
illegal black box, religious candle on the drawer
standing over flames, spirits couldn’t protect me anymore

yeah i walk thru the valley in the shadow of death
i’m giving god my problems, ask myself how much baggage is left
wrapped in a mess, it’s hard to unlatch when i unpack the best
tagged myself in to play games i wasn’t asking for next..

- joel jungle lyrics

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