Charles Hamilton - Laptop Therapy (Jackie Blue) lyrics

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Charles Hamilton - Laptop Therapy (Jackie Blue) lyrics

[Intro] That's on everything I Dont ever have to leave the house If i dont want too [Verse 1] Gun slinging sun dreaming with the sun demon Steering clear of some demons Run freeman King of the sample And no i dont want seamen I keep runs on they feet when im steaming This here is my home in the sky zoning I am my own BMI My thoughts beam from my eyes to the screen In your mind MTV When i dont want to do Late night interviews with who Isnt in the least bit into humans n***a view my music from inter tubes Just a matter of time before i brake into the news The mic is my anchor Popeye Cool J when i write in anger Cause even with my life at danger I can always write a banger [Hook] You want help You want love You wish you can find someone new Making wishes that never come tru You want guidance You want silence You Want a new kind of friend Ive always been here im here to the end [Verse 2] Imagination dies when your certain Or does it simply hide behind the curtain Showtime i grabbed the opening curtains To see how many people can get a hold of this circus You tune in enough its a funny site Left handed handling the money right I left damage to handle the money So these left bandits can't handle the hunger Thatll write in front of me Thats a pyramid scheme The left write up get midas to touch The light that i just get up with Blessed with Florissant evanescence I dont lose i just take a minute to win Takin a break to pay for the sins of the fakers Who grin to make it a vacation spent sh** why dont i just take a break again [Hook] You want Help You want Love You wish you can find someone new Making wishes that never come tru You want guidance You want silence You Want a new kind of friend Im going places that youve never been [Verse 3] The whole planet can change my diaper You kiss my a** while i aim for the whiper No names i remain a viper Just more kane than Wayne The rap Zane Im a writer Everyone else is no names in the fire That type of fame has expired You either a rider or a no-thin I am the spider beside miss muppet The system im quiet like f** it Then i step in iller than black nazis Which isnt ill cause black nazis are rappers Back to plotting for back to back probabilities While i nap ontop of the lottery Stacking what i got on my lap Alot of heat me and my laptop Thats my therapist Honestly [Hook] You want Help You want Love You wish you can find someone new Making wishes that never come tru You want guidance You want silence You Want a new kind of friend Ive always been here im here to the end

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