Lyrics Charles Hamilton

Charles Hamilton

Laptop Therapy (Jackie Blue)

That's on everything

I Don't ever have to leave the house

If I don't want too

Gun slinging sun dreaming with the sun demon

Steering clear of some demons

Run freeman

King of the sample

And no I don't want seamen

I keep runs on they feet when I'm steaming

This here is my home in the sky zoning

I am my own BMI

My thoughts beam from my eyes to the screen

In your mind MTV When I don't want to do

Late night interviews with who

Isnt in the least bit into humans

Nigga view my music from inter tubes

Just a matter of time before I brake into the news

The mic is my anchor Popeye Cool J when I write in anger

Cause even with my life at danger

I can always write a banger

You want help

You want love

You wish you can find someone new

Making wishes that never come tru

You want guidance

You want silence

You Want a new kind of friend

I've always been here I'm here to the end

Imagination dies when your certain

Or does it simply hide behind the curtain

Showtime I grabbed the opening curtains

To see how many people can get a hold of this circus

You tune in enough it's a funny site

Left handed handling the money right

I left damage to handle the money

So these left bandits can't handle the hunger

Thatll write in front of me

That's a pyramid scheme

The left write up get midas to touch

The light that I just get up with

Blessed with Florissant evanescence

I don't lose I just take a minute to win

Takin a break to pay for the sins of the fakers

Who grin to make it a vacation spent

Shit why don't I just take a break again

You want Help

You want Love

You wish you can find someone new

Making wishes that never come tru

You want guidance

You want silence

You Want a new kind of friend

I'm going places that you've never been

The whole planet can change my diaper

You kiss my ass while I aim for the whiper

No names I remain a viper

Just more kane than Wayne

The rap Zane I'm a writer

Everyone else is no names in the fire

That type of fame has expired

You either a rider or a no-thin

I am the spider beside miss muppet

The system I'm quiet like fuck it

Then I step in iller than black nazis

Which isnt I'll cause black nazis are rappers

Back to plotting for back to back probabilities

While I nap ontop of the lottery

Stacking what I got on my lap

Alot of heat me and my laptop

That's my therapist Honestly

You want Help

You want Love

You wish you can find someone new

Making wishes that never come tru

You want guidance

You want silence

You Want a new kind of friend

I've always been here I'm here to the end