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If Only You'd Permit It
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August 2011 Funny that i light up then hope i can write,
in that high mind state my mental just aint right,
afraid of what slips off these fingers into my sight,
appears i die a little before i go to sleep at night,
i wake up alone always thinking shit will be different,
reality shows me you're a star, so distant,
i'm nothing but an ant, in your eyes i'm a pigment,
yet in a small shipment you have happiness in an instant,
cause you've been on my head like my New York Mets fitted,
comfy when i wear ya, with you i'd be committed,
Chad Pennington from the Jets was quickly acquitted,
i'd be your Sanchize if only you'd permit it,
maybe it was too soon, somehow the burgers were overcooked,
couldn't afford the pricey shit, prime guests were booked,
no more eye standoffs, no longer will i have looked,
all the holes in my mouth, prove i'm easily hooked.
