Love throw a line On you and me Just before the blood runs into the valley Let's write a story of, a title wave We run out of luck, we run out of days We run out of gas, hundred miles away From a station There's a war and a plague yeah, smoke and

Hey, hey, hey, yeah, yeah 'Cause growing pains are keeping me up at night And I guess the bad can get better Gotta be wrong before it's right Every happy phrase engraved in my mind There's truth in every word I write But still the growing pains, growing

I said it must be cause a nigga got dough Extraordinary swag and a mouth full of gold Hoes at my shows they be stripping off they clothes And them college girls write a nigga name on they toes Niggas talk shit 'til they get lockjaw Chrome to ya dome 'til

It's my last name I learned how to write it When I first started school Passed down from generations Too far back to trace I can see all my relations When I look into my face May never make it famous But I'll never bring it shame

There is fiction in the space between Sometimes a lie is the best thing The lines on your page of memories Write it down but it doesn't mean You're not just telling stories You and reality You will do and say anything To make your everyday life

I'll write your name Across the sky And take away the stars 'Cause you light up the night You as high as the moon When you're here with me That's why I'm gonna write your name For the world to see Another old name on the porch with the bottle

You know I want you It's not a secret I try to hide Say you were made to be mine No one could say what we get to be You know you want me So don't keep saying our hands are tied You claim it's not in the cards And faith is pulling you miles away And out

None of thy empty gods, shall ever stand above me My awareness, catalyst, of godhate I have spawned Mightiest Self! Cast out of Thy Elysium With blood of Nazarene I write the story of man Two thousand years Is nothing though it has been enough Come forth

These models inspired him To write some of the greatest music Of the romantic era Johannes Brahms is often mentioned In the same breath as Bach and Beethoven Once during a rehearsal Brahms said with great conviction:

Right next door to hell Why don't you write a letter to me? And so many eyes are on me I'll take a nicotine, caffeine, sugar fix Jesus, don't you get tired of turnin' tricks? But when your innocence dies, you'll find the blues Seems all our heroes were