Chorus 1

God is great and God is good
But God didn't help me when he could
And love dances so slowly... bye

Verse 1

I haven't written in awhile as I look through my loose leaf
Even Bruce Lee couldn't kick it like me on these looped beats
I should spit but I'm afraid my mood's beat
If I write a song now, it might be too weak
Yeah that's me, dedicated to my craft, it's all I have
All I've had, always my future, never ever my past
But sometimes I wish...there was something else
Someone to fill the void in this shell
Staring at this screen as I type these lyrics
Hoping that you'll like it, when you get to read it
I've got one shot, one chance to get you to feel me
One cut, and I'm damned if you don't dig it

Bridge

Nights like these, my mind starts to twist
Thoughts start to drift, darkness starts to breathe
2:58 in Daytona, 2 minutes to 3
Never looked so closer, should probably go to sleep

But I don't, because the lady keeps on prancing
Twirling and twisting, I think she calls it dancing
My mom says it's impolite to stare
But if she knew what I was doing, she wouldn't care
She opens her blouse, grabs my head
Round and round, I'm spun in her web
An imaginary kiss, to the lips
Hands down my pants; a terrible kiss

Chorus 1

Bridge

I...I can't feel anything
My arms are numb and I'm hoping you noticed
The line I left off...

Verse 2

I'm freaking out and it's 2:59
Heart beatin' faster, maybe this is all a sign
From God, why didn't she like me, was she too fine?
Was I too nice? I knew I should have smiled
More...since the Fall, I tripped and lost touch
With my friends and my sister I haven't called
In a month, stuck in that lonely house
While I stay cut by these broken doubts
From these blogs that wouldn't write me
To these girls who didn't like me
To these bad grades that are less than satisfactory
It seems that I only fall for the girls
With scabby holes for hearts
I guess I'm not that smart
My eyes strain, staring at my computer
I take the bait, wondering if it thinks I'm a loser
It's dark and it's late, yet all I do is use her
To keep the demons away, ironically, they come through her

Bridge

Nights like these, my mind starts to twist
Thoughts start to drift, darkness starts to creep
2:59 in Daytona, 1 minutes to 3
Never looked so closer, but I can't go to sleep

Because all I can think about is my sister
And how life used to be
When we were littler
We were free
We just didn't know it then
Too busy with school, too busy with pens
I wanted to be an engineer, now I don't
I'd rather obsess over the lines I wrote
The lines I write, the rhymes I spoke
The lines they'll hear, they'll crown me GOAT
Music and words, my ones and only
And now it's time that I told that story:
At 3AM, the lady continues to dance
Prancing and twisting, she calls it a living
And I agree, she has a responsibility
A couple of kids and a man who's on disability
So what choice does she have but to keep making a living
And with my regards, she'll keep on spinning

Chorus 2

This is just a courtesy call
This is just a matter of policy X 3
This is just an act of kindness
To let you know that your time is up

Yeah mom, I'm fine. Yeah...just tired. Yeah, I printed the ticket. The next time we talk, I'll be in Jersey. For the Winter...


*Plane taking off*