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Sage Francis

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album: Track 9 in album Personal Journals
release date: 2002-4-22
popularity : 8 users have visited this page.
genres: Hip Hop
styles: Conscious
length: 4:21
producer: Alias

Album Information

label: Anticon
country(area): United States
format: CD
barcode: 0655035502120
script: Latin

Cover Art

Sage Francis Personal Journals cover art

Lyrics

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I've got some letters inside of my drawer
One is addressed to my ex
One is addressed to my friends
One is addressed to myself

Mr Right-time-wrong-place with a long face until our lips touch
Before I rip up your letters let us see if I can tear you away from his clutch
This stuff's a whole other drawer
I went to the west to get my mind off things and I'm already depressed
Face my pharmecudial needs and feed on my medicine, but I don't like the way it tastes
I go place to place without enough money to put a bed under me
I laugh at the mess I've created for myself until it gets unfunny

I hide in the basement
Because my mood swings low...and I can feel myself going down again
Falling off is easy. Getting put on takes a bit of ass kissing
I rap and sing and talk and write and often type with 2 fingers
I edit one third of a word per second
Your emails sit in my unsent box. If you're a girl that I miss
The rest are addressed to my friends and the subject line is "Just check this fine bitch"

when I lose my grip while I hold your face
spilling all over the place
to prove that I'm a gentleman, peddling my bike at a slower pace
"The sum of the parts doesn't equal the whole," she states
time to find the fragments of our relationship

I'm good at both without even owning a mattress
If you never saw me cry before

that should have been sent by now
One is addressed to my ex
One is addressed to my friend
And one is addressed to myself on a personal note

Now I wear parenthesis on my temples, step to the podium and just think
Before I sprawl out on the hardwood floor and kiss myself to sleep at night
I have dreams of flight, but I'm not floating
So I wake up screaming for you to catch me

And lucky for me no one listens well...especially when I dis myself
And since I'm used to the cold I'll be able to rest my head on Jesus' shoulder
Explanations are in order for why these floor boards are always freezing
Until then, I'll have no reason to sleep in. Not even on weekends

because I'm sick of always feeling like something is missing.
I slumber in one position. Crouched up an fetal like.
while I embrace my knees
So its off to the floor because I can't sleep anywhere else
It's better to just keep to myself
Its better to just keep to myself
Its better to just keep to myself

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Track Listing


CD 1
  • 1 Crack Pipes
  • 2 Different
  • 3 Personal Journalist
  • 4 Inherited Scars
  • 5 Climb Trees
  • 6 Broken Wings
  • 7 The Strange Famous Mullet Remover
  • 8 Smoke and Mirrors
  • 9 Message Sent
  • 10 Eviction Notice
  • 11 Pitchers of Silence
  • 12 Specialist
  • 13 Hopeless
  • 14 Kill Ya' Momz
  • 15 Black Sweatshirt
  • 16 Cup of Tea
  • 17 My Name Is Strange
  • 18 Runaways