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letra de words on a paper - young deebz

[verse 1: lyrical -ssailant]
kid sits alone as he writes
to some its just words on a paper
to him it’s life
sooner or later you’ll understand his fight
whole lot to say, but it never comes out right
so he crinkles up another page
another story gone away
as the notebook shrinks, he still, searches for the words to say
but they seem to run away
pens out of ink, so he no longer thinks, that he’s close to the brink
blowing up is harder than it seems, so he sinks
sinks, sinks
puts down the pen, cause the thoughts ran dry
all the meanwhile, he looks at the sky
tears in his eyes, as he tries not to cry
just words on a paper to the untrained mind

[chorus: lyrical -ssailant]
words on a paper to the untrained mind, untrained mind
searching for the lyrics that he’ll never find, never find
trapped between a mic and a rhyme, mic and a rhyme
just words on a paper to the untrained mind, words on a paper to the untrained mind

[verse 2: young deebz]
another sleepless night in my room
not knowing what to do
knowing that the fans want something new
but they don’t understand
that i got writer’s block again, staring at the paper and the pen
i don’t want to let them down, but i feel like a clown
when i don’t know what to write down, right now
but i gotta figure this out, cause the stress alone
is enough to make me shout
i can finally get the guts, to stand up and say, what i got to say
but as soon as these words are in my head, they start to fade
or they start to run away
they say rapping’s easy if you just tell the truth
being honest helps when you’re in the booth
but that’s what’s hard, when you feel imprisoned behind these bars
staring at the stars while i write these bars

[verse 3: big supreme]
a pad, and a pen
nothing written, just words, in his head
stares from his bed
paced the floor, walks out the door
fresh air, pulls on his hair
looks at his son just sitting there
and thinks about the crowd, jumping out their seats
disappointed by these empty sheets, its been weeks
his brain’s weak
he knows this is his life, he married the beat
now rap’s his wife
looks up and asks god why, when i try, to write
my mind, just goes away
so he grabs pac, puts it in his laptop
headphones on, listen when that beat drops
cause we’re all searching for the lyrics that we’ll never find
these words are jumbled, in his untrained mind
all the pain starts to unwind
he;s stuck in the present, but his heart’s stuck in past time
he’s walking a thin line, between slow motion and real time
hard bars and punchlines

- young deebz

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