A hundred mil before I die,
I mean
A hundred meals before I die.
Tell me your plan, I dead before you try.
Like put on the
Family before you fly.
Make way for the kids so they can stay alive.
Meanwhile, you try your best just to survive.
It's always go until the timing escapes.
What happened to breaking and making a way?
I guess the matrix got a hold on the brain.
Simmer down, it's a lot going on, you might just be wrong.
The truth of the matter, masses get you paid
But streaming done turned to masses with the slaves, computers gon put employment in
The grave.
The talking is more annoying nowadays, I'd rather silence till there's something
To say.
What do you do when your choices allude to the end of a road here?
When all you can see is a tunnel that's seemingly leading to nowhere?
I'm not depressed, I just need clarity I'm ducking your charity, please spare me.
I'm tired of sympathy, I get all emotions out through a symphony.
I feel the happiest when I'm alone, inside this apartment trying to find a home.
If I could pick the part of me that's still partially itching for a life
Of luxury, honestly I would be ten strides ahead of my next step, hear the sound of my
Next breath. With two rooks on the far side, put your king in the box, checkmate
Two feet, I stay, landing on my own. Gotta help yourself, am I wrong? I'm searching for answers
In that book of 66, where's that book of 66?
Are you sure you wanna go? I'm going. I heard it's dangerous. You'd better- I'm going
Alright. It's okay
Two feet, I stay, landing on my own. Gotta help yourself, am I wrong
Farewell, Express. Welcome
Castro PG14 - Book of 66 Lyrics
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A hundred mil before I die,
I mean
A hundred meals before I die.
Tell me your plan, I dead before you try.
Like put on the
Family before you fly.
Make way for the kids so they can stay alive.
Meanwhile, you try your best just to survive.
It's always go until the timing escapes.
What happened to breaking and making a way?
I guess the matrix got a hold on the brain.
Simmer down, it's a lot going on, you might just be wrong.
The truth of the matter, masses get you paid
But streaming done turned to masses with the slaves, computers gon put employment in
The grave.
The talking is more annoying nowadays, I'd rather silence till there's something
To say.
What do you do when your choices allude to the end of a road here?
When all you can see is a tunnel that's seemingly leading to nowhere?
I'm not depressed, I just need clarity I'm ducking your charity, please spare me.
I'm tired of sympathy, I get all emotions out through a symphony.
I feel the happiest when I'm alone, inside this apartment trying to find a home.
If I could pick the part of me that's still partially itching for a life
Of luxury, honestly I would be ten strides ahead of my next step, hear the sound of my
Next breath. With two rooks on the far side, put your king in the box, checkmate
Two feet, I stay, landing on my own. Gotta help yourself, am I wrong? I'm searching for answers
In that book of 66, where's that book of 66?
Are you sure you wanna go? I'm going. I heard it's dangerous. You'd better- I'm going
Alright. It's okay
Two feet, I stay, landing on my own. Gotta help yourself, am I wrong
Farewell, Express. Welcome
I mean
A hundred meals before I die.
Tell me your plan, I dead before you try.
Like put on the
Family before you fly.
Make way for the kids so they can stay alive.
Meanwhile, you try your best just to survive.
It's always go until the timing escapes.
What happened to breaking and making a way?
I guess the matrix got a hold on the brain.
Simmer down, it's a lot going on, you might just be wrong.
The truth of the matter, masses get you paid
But streaming done turned to masses with the slaves, computers gon put employment in
The grave.
The talking is more annoying nowadays, I'd rather silence till there's something
To say.
What do you do when your choices allude to the end of a road here?
When all you can see is a tunnel that's seemingly leading to nowhere?
I'm not depressed, I just need clarity I'm ducking your charity, please spare me.
I'm tired of sympathy, I get all emotions out through a symphony.
I feel the happiest when I'm alone, inside this apartment trying to find a home.
If I could pick the part of me that's still partially itching for a life
Of luxury, honestly I would be ten strides ahead of my next step, hear the sound of my
Next breath. With two rooks on the far side, put your king in the box, checkmate
Two feet, I stay, landing on my own. Gotta help yourself, am I wrong? I'm searching for answers
In that book of 66, where's that book of 66?
Are you sure you wanna go? I'm going. I heard it's dangerous. You'd better- I'm going
Alright. It's okay
Two feet, I stay, landing on my own. Gotta help yourself, am I wrong
Farewell, Express. Welcome
Writer: J Castro
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