Yeah
Going through the page of my notebook
Pages of my
Going through the pages of my notebook, yeah
I think this one'll work
Boom... Fuego!
Checkmate, he wrote essay's based on Tupac templates
Thesis telekinesis, conviction of Kunta Kinte
Summary of a man with the heart enough for a legion
But history says that he's not part of it for a reason
He has all of the potential
Has all of the credentials
Has every weapon of mass destruction up in his mental
Has every raw emotion, so potent what's in his pencil
What matters is what he's been through, not exactly where he's been to
But they challenge credibility cuz he never posted corners
Never had to, got family that's close to coroners
Got cousins on the block, even Pop's popped some shots
And he visits every summer, then its back to the plot
How do you bench press, 10 reps of 10 sets
Of triple your body weight?
Mom did it with 10 breaths
Success from hard work is a habit of time
And speaking in third person is a habit of mine
Out the notebook
I'm just, through the, through the pages of my notebook
Of the notebook, yeah
I'm just, I'm just
Going, going through the pages of my notebook
Yeah
You sleeping
Whaddup tho?
Any strings pulling you back, cut those
They plucking a tune of hate, and soon or later they stunt growth
And I'll be damned to live the life of a failed mission
After being the head chef in Hell's Kitchen
What I'm cooking, it gets hotter than the Earth's core
And every time you try to touch it, you will learn more
About the scientific matter of factness
Mexican-Blackness catching more waves than surf borads
I'm too wavy, "Ooo baby, just cut it out!"
Is what they tell me cuz they know I'm never running out of anything
Bring plenty fiends, reality, I'm killing dreams
You ain't gotta front, you're body language say's you're feeling me
I'm just a positive thinker with a knowledge for speaking
I went to college for reason, so there's no option for sleeping
Until I wake up everybody from the coma
Music is the cure, I'll just make it and tell 'em toma!
Out the notebook
I'm just writing out my notebook
Yeah, I'm just writing out my notebook
Uhh, through the pages of my notebook
Through the pages of my notebook
Yeah
From the pages of my notebook
Through the pages of my notebook
I'm just reading pages in my notebook
PSMIITH - Notebook Lyrics
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Yeah
Going through the page of my notebook
Pages of my
Going through the pages of my notebook, yeah
I think this one'll work
Boom... Fuego!
Checkmate, he wrote essay's based on Tupac templates
Thesis telekinesis, conviction of Kunta Kinte
Summary of a man with the heart enough for a legion
But history says that he's not part of it for a reason
He has all of the potential
Has all of the credentials
Has every weapon of mass destruction up in his mental
Has every raw emotion, so potent what's in his pencil
What matters is what he's been through, not exactly where he's been to
But they challenge credibility cuz he never posted corners
Never had to, got family that's close to coroners
Got cousins on the block, even Pop's popped some shots
And he visits every summer, then its back to the plot
How do you bench press, 10 reps of 10 sets
Of triple your body weight?
Mom did it with 10 breaths
Success from hard work is a habit of time
And speaking in third person is a habit of mine
Out the notebook
I'm just, through the, through the pages of my notebook
Of the notebook, yeah
I'm just, I'm just
Going, going through the pages of my notebook
Yeah
You sleeping
Whaddup tho?
Any strings pulling you back, cut those
They plucking a tune of hate, and soon or later they stunt growth
And I'll be damned to live the life of a failed mission
After being the head chef in Hell's Kitchen
What I'm cooking, it gets hotter than the Earth's core
And every time you try to touch it, you will learn more
About the scientific matter of factness
Mexican-Blackness catching more waves than surf borads
I'm too wavy, "Ooo baby, just cut it out!"
Is what they tell me cuz they know I'm never running out of anything
Bring plenty fiends, reality, I'm killing dreams
You ain't gotta front, you're body language say's you're feeling me
I'm just a positive thinker with a knowledge for speaking
I went to college for reason, so there's no option for sleeping
Until I wake up everybody from the coma
Music is the cure, I'll just make it and tell 'em toma!
Out the notebook
I'm just writing out my notebook
Yeah, I'm just writing out my notebook
Uhh, through the pages of my notebook
Through the pages of my notebook
Yeah
From the pages of my notebook
Through the pages of my notebook
I'm just reading pages in my notebook
Going through the page of my notebook
Pages of my
Going through the pages of my notebook, yeah
I think this one'll work
Boom... Fuego!
Checkmate, he wrote essay's based on Tupac templates
Thesis telekinesis, conviction of Kunta Kinte
Summary of a man with the heart enough for a legion
But history says that he's not part of it for a reason
He has all of the potential
Has all of the credentials
Has every weapon of mass destruction up in his mental
Has every raw emotion, so potent what's in his pencil
What matters is what he's been through, not exactly where he's been to
But they challenge credibility cuz he never posted corners
Never had to, got family that's close to coroners
Got cousins on the block, even Pop's popped some shots
And he visits every summer, then its back to the plot
How do you bench press, 10 reps of 10 sets
Of triple your body weight?
Mom did it with 10 breaths
Success from hard work is a habit of time
And speaking in third person is a habit of mine
Out the notebook
I'm just, through the, through the pages of my notebook
Of the notebook, yeah
I'm just, I'm just
Going, going through the pages of my notebook
Yeah
You sleeping
Whaddup tho?
Any strings pulling you back, cut those
They plucking a tune of hate, and soon or later they stunt growth
And I'll be damned to live the life of a failed mission
After being the head chef in Hell's Kitchen
What I'm cooking, it gets hotter than the Earth's core
And every time you try to touch it, you will learn more
About the scientific matter of factness
Mexican-Blackness catching more waves than surf borads
I'm too wavy, "Ooo baby, just cut it out!"
Is what they tell me cuz they know I'm never running out of anything
Bring plenty fiends, reality, I'm killing dreams
You ain't gotta front, you're body language say's you're feeling me
I'm just a positive thinker with a knowledge for speaking
I went to college for reason, so there's no option for sleeping
Until I wake up everybody from the coma
Music is the cure, I'll just make it and tell 'em toma!
Out the notebook
I'm just writing out my notebook
Yeah, I'm just writing out my notebook
Uhh, through the pages of my notebook
Through the pages of my notebook
Yeah
From the pages of my notebook
Through the pages of my notebook
I'm just reading pages in my notebook
Writer: Patrick Smith
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