Liiines

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... [Repeat all]