Loose Leaf

Nothing seems perfect til I write my thoughts down All of my feelings flow I get it all out I just be doing me Would you be proud of me Could you see yourself one day saying you'd be like me I just be doing me Writing my thoughts down La-di-da, La-di-da, La-di-da La-di-da, La-di-da, La-di-da Oooh Yeah early life growing up I didn't have much And mom work so hard, gave everything she had up No pops around so quickly I had to man up It's kinda traumatizing, realizing you the man bruh huh No time gotta stand up, stand up Frustrations always agitated Until my sister proudly demonstrated How to put my thoughts on paper then relay it Make melody to sing along and say it (oh) And with all these feelings inside my head yeah Gotta keep my notebook by my bed Oh yeah Cuz it grew with me Juvenile jail it done went thru with me Plenty hard times it done been thru with me When nobody listen it sure do hear me It sure do hear me My notebook It's filled with that loose leaf Got pages On back of pages On top of pages That trace all my memories Gone Nothing seems perfect til I write my thoughts down All of my feelings flow I get it all out I just be doing me Would you be proud of me Could you see yourself one day saying you'd be like me I just be doing me Writing my thoughts down La-di-da, La-di-da, La-di-da La-di-da, La-di-da, La-di-da Oooh Growing up on the Southside had it's perks I'm still inspired by Growing up with a mom and a dad yea the whole fam I'm still loved by Reflections Of the days sitting in my room Eyes gazed upon the busy streets through the windows of my room Ripped a page of loose leaf Sitting for hours Humming melodies deep in my feelings till my thoughts transpired And with all these feelings inside my head Yea Gotta keep my notebook by my bed Oh yea And it grew with me Subconscious pages of prophecies Light and love and hope and fears and doubts Laid out in illustrations about me My notebook It's filled with that loose leaf Got pages, on top of pages, And pages filled with memories Of a girl who believes that Nothing seems perfect til I write my thoughts down All of my feelings flow I get it all out I just be doing me Would you be proud of me Could you see yourself one day saying you'd be like me I just be doing me Writing my thoughts down La-di-da, La-di-da, La-di-da La-di-da,La-di-da, La-di-da Ooooh