SPitter

sup its 45 and im gonna let go of some words for you here tonight, u know let some off we good good cause there my own words, kinda like nelly fertardo so yea here they are anyway lets get it ,,, i dont know how im sposed to feel no more, i dont know cause im tired of feeling off course, i might try to not go and sing songs, but my brains wide open to opisite thoughts, for any bad available options just put em where there not, up yea and my minds been scattered yea bro thats for sure, im phillip woollett old poet from round the way. where white rappers lurk, my wonderful who tried to hard work lines will bring worth and openness to the meaning of rap, so dont act like my voice is even one part half or quater solid as the fact, my one like wont fade away, but im not as high as when them others hit it right my tracks leave a lasting impression, and i found it interesting that you'd even listen to these dodgey slatts, the one problem with going to hard these days is the fact that memory lapses, so with that being read and spat out theres only one thing id like resaid,