paroles de chanson That's O.K. - Jonwayne
That's
okay
My
mind's
blank
anyway,
I
never
have
a
thing
to
say
And
if
I
do,
I
write
a
song
about
it
This
ain't
therapy,
it's
too
crowded
Personality
drowned
out
and
stomped
and
soundless
Maimed
even
if
you
claimed
style
is
sound
bitch
Might
as
well
be
talkin'
to
myself
up
here
You
never
listen
What
you
fear
is
if
you
listen,
you
might
hear
some
shit
So
I
clear
these
clips
and
hope
the
recoil
kicks
I
ain't
trying
to
appease
spoiled
kids
See
them
down,
boil
with
the
boy
skull
rapping
that
hamlet
They
know
that
I'm
ill,
can't
stand
it
I
don't
fuck
with
the
gang,
can't
stand
it
I'm
too
fat
for
these
hoops,
they
demandin'
I'm
not
a
stand
in,
I'm
my
own
man
(Yeah)
I'm
my
own
man
You
better
watch
your
mouth
'Cause
I'm
my
own
man,
I
ain't
Holdin'
back
for
no
one
else
I'ma
show
you
who
I
am
with
my
own
hands
I'm
a
cold
man,
own
man
I'ma
do
it
my
way
'til
I'm
an
old
man
You
better
feel
what
I
say
from
my
soul,
man
I'm
my
own
man,
my
own
man
That's
okay,
my
mind's
blank
anyway
I
never
have
a
thing
to
say
And
if
I
do,
I
ain't
tellin'
you
I
been
silent
For
a
minute,
growin'
up
with
my
nephews
I
was
an
alcoholic
quitting
cold
Turkey
in
the
cabin
When
at
home,
I
had
to
clean
out
the
cabinet
When
at
home,
I
had
to
clean
out
the
contacts
Just
some
people
who
would
never
call
me
back
Then
I
drop
100
pounds
like
a
lad
In
a
lap
dance,
magic
up
in
my
pen
Y'all
are
writing
something
tragic
stanzas,
can't
stand
up,
re-branded
Damage,
asinine,
anti-aspirin
outlandish
rapping
Only
for
the
cash
mercenary
ass
Can't
hold
a
damn
candle
to
a
light
bulb
BING,
Google
and
Bing
me,
king
me
If
you
wanna
compete
Boy,
you
catch
me
in
a
different
kind
of
scenery,
singin'
I'm
my
own
man,
own
man
You
better
watch
your
fuckin'
mouth
'Cause
I'm
my
own
man,
I
ain't
Holdin'
back
for
no
one
else
I'ma
show
you
who
I
am
with
my
own
hands
I'm
a
cold
man,
own
man
I'ma
do
it
my
way
'til
I'm
an
old
man
You
better
feel
what
I
say
from
my
soul,
man
I'm
my
own
man,
own
man
That's
okay,
my
mind's
blank
anyway
I
never
have
a
thing
to
say,
and
if
I
do
I'll
let
the
city
sing
it
Mmm...
You
hear
that?
That's
the
sound
of
us,
baby
3:37
in
the
morning
Rolling
down
fourth
street
The
snores,
and
the
hearts
The
quiet
pin
drops,
stillness
Like
pastries
behind
the
glass
Mmm,
what
a
sweet
melody
Swelling
the
empty
of
night
time
That's
why
I
feel
like
I'm
the
only
man
alive
Maybe
I
am,
that's
why
I
write
all
these
things
You
know?
Away
from
all
the
snakes
who
bite
And
the
biters
who
snake
Away
from
the
screams
And
the
pressure
And
the
invisible
favors
Away
from
homie
prophecies
And
hindsight
heroes
Away
from
you,
really,
yeah
It's
lonely,
but
maybe
I'm
all
I
need
You
know?
Me
and
my
crew,
Authors,
here
In
a
silent
way,
yeah,
in
a
silent
way
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