E-Dubyah! – Writing Music In The Dark lyrics

[Verse 1: e-dubyah!]

Music is my religion. Spread messages, love, and visions
Spill any and every feelin' when I feel it
I'm tryna be the realist, a realist who isn't kiddin' anyone but himself when he's down, healin'
Anxiety high kneelin' on my way up, but they kickin'
I just get up grab my necklace, kiss the pendant
Do what I gotta to stay chillin', I'm not violent
Some of my favorite things?
808s and violins, melodies and life in general-
Fam and friends and them
Shaken like a tambourine
But I gotta get over this, over that, over again
Sometimes I try too hard, yeah I know I did. Just know I love you though, there I go again

[Chorus]

There I go again
There there, I go again
Go again, go again, there I go again, there I go

There I go again
There there, I go again
Go again, go again, there I go again. Go, go

[Verse 2: Aaron Gonzalez]

I'm the same ol' kid with my eye on the prize
The lyrics I design, will just throw you in a bind
Is it such a crime that I'm searchin' for a sign
That will cause a mind fuck in a song over time
I just try to rely on the rhyme and a pen
Focusin' again disregaurd fake friends
But I treat it like it's nothin, you think I'm bluffin' but I'm out here being something
On the mean time I am done with all this bullshit they bring to me
Whatchu think of me?
The people that turned their back on me are fuckin' dead to me
Makin' em all regret what they have said to me
There I go again pursuin' my goals and destiny

[Chorus]

There I go again
There there, I go again
Go again, go again, there I go again, there I go

There I go again
There there, I go again
Go again, go again, there I go again. Go, go

[Verse 3: e-dubyah!]

There I go again
Well, well, I'm goin' in
Rollin' in sweet everytime that it's showtime
Beep. Little Bo' is opening my shows bringin' the sheep in the first to fourth row because
I can look 'em in the eyes with these light beams on me
I like these zombies and they bite me warmly
I walk around with it, with my headphones on me
Hopin' that someone will know who I am just so they can spot me
Chiller than a frosty, fresher than a strawberry poppin' up in your garden
Extraordinary. Gallon flow, a carton
High authority: Cartman
Gnarls barkly on my mind 'cause I think that I am crazy
Okay. Baby? Maybe?
Maybe not
Hate me not, I think that we could make a lot
Shape it up. Make a pot. Make a vase
Mardi Gras. See a lot, guess E is off

[Chorus x2]

There I go again
There there, I go again
Go again, go again, there I go again, there I go

There I go again
There there, I go again
Go again, go again, there I go again. Go, go