Tale of Gatsby

Verse 1 (Sing):
I left your ring on the table, wait
No, it's buried inside of my closet
Locked in a box thats not able
To open the life of a goddess
Living the life of a fable, strong but unable
Turned out more scrambled than eggs
Lost in a television world without cables
Why do they have so much trouble being thankful?
I know im not the nicest but at least im grateful...

Chorus:
I'm saving you, from saving me
From all the tails, and misery
Im fighting thin, head worried out
Pressured mind with uncensored mouth
Yet I keep on dreamin, its real
As I pray for the nightmares to heal...
When I wake up what will the mirror...reveal?
The Tale of Gatsby

Verse 2 (Sing):
Hide behind libraries,
of open books with no pages
Each empty word gets a lil scarier,
A blank story for the ages, as I'm
Watchin the hands of time tick,
On these five thousand dollar watches,
As the sounds they make are getting softer with each click,
I need fifteen arms to carry all the boxes, and
It's as if im walking on a tight rope
Juggeling everything on one toe,
And if I take one mistaken step,
I'm bound to fall to the ground below.

Chorus:
I'm saving you, from saving me
From all the tails, and misery
Im fighting thin, head worried out
Pressured mind with uncensored mouth
Yet I keep on dreamin, its real
As I pray for the nightmares to heal...
When I wake up what will the mirror...reveal?
The Tale of Gatsby
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Bridge (Talking):
Only solution I can seek
Mashin pedals, as in the rear-view I sneak a peak
Of life in the mirror, as it's getting smaller in the distance
And the music's getting louder, the faster I go,
I never needed an argument, just comprehension of your listen

Verse 3 (Rap):
Those suckas tried to bury me
Ended up havin' to carry me
Middle finger to the reaper,
Cause there ain't no scarin' me
Apparently, they dont understand who I am
A troubled man, hundread grand in my pants
Whippin' dropheads to hardtops, 57 Maybachs
Maserati's, Ferrari's, thats the money I play by
Presidents cop me, imagine if I stayed down
Stay shinin and make them haters pull they shades out
Cause when tragedy strikes, I struck back
Looking for me to roll over and die? who does that?
They left me for dead, but I'll come back to life,
Till then, ill be tearin' it up in the afterlife,

Chorus:
I'm saving you, from saving me
From all the tails, and misery
Im fighting thin, head worried out
Pressured mind with uncensored mouth
Yet I keep on dreamin, its real
As I pray for the nightmares to heal...
When I wake up what will the mirror...reveal?
The Tale of Gatsby