Liiines - Ghostpoet, XXXY

I keep on scribbling

In the spare room I’m living in

Body’s here but I’m never in

Why do I keep wasting time

I keep on writing, writing

But them folk ain’t biting, biting

Maybe the bait ain’t juicy enough

So I’m switching, chucking spice in, add some flavor

Up the heat, silly rhymes and feet-tap beats, yeah

But that ain’t me — nah, nah, nah

It just ain’t me

So like me or lie me

These are the words that just be true

Sending them out with love and faithfully

Hopefully, they’ll mean something to me cause…

Life is too short to store up grudges

Life is too long to make no plans, plans

I’m counting up time that I ain’t using (1,2,3,4…)

I need a good use for all these lines, and lines, and lines, and lines

And lines, and lines, and lines, and lines…