Nothing seems perfect til I write my thoughts down
All of my feelings flow I get it all out
I just be doing me
Would you be proud of me
Could you see yourself one day saying you'd be like me
I just be doing me
Writing my thoughts down
La-di-da, La-di-da, La-di-da
La-di-da, La-di-da, La-di-da
Oooh
Yeah early life growing up I didn't have much
And mom work so hard, gave everything she had up
No pops around so quickly I had to man up
It's kinda traumatizing, realizing you the man bruh
Huh
No time gotta stand up, stand up
Frustrations always agitated
Until my sister proudly demonstrated
How to put my thoughts on paper then relay it
Make melody to sing along and say it (oh)
And with all these feelings inside my head yeah
Gotta keep my notebook by my bed
Oh yeah
Cuz it grew with me
Juvenile jail it done went thru with me
Plenty hard times it done been thru with me
When nobody listen it sure do hear me
It sure do hear me
My notebook
It's filled with that loose leaf
Got pages
On back of pages
On top of pages
That trace all my memories
Gone
Nothing seems perfect til I write my thoughts down
All of my feelings flow I get it all out
I just be doing me
Would you be proud of me
Could you see yourself one day saying you'd be like me
I just be doing me
Writing my thoughts down
La-di-da, La-di-da, La-di-da
La-di-da, La-di-da, La-di-da
Oooh
Growing up on the Southside had it's perks I'm still inspired by
Growing up with a mom and a dad yea the whole fam I'm still loved by
Reflections
Of the days sitting in my room
Eyes gazed upon the busy streets through the windows of my room
Ripped a page of loose leaf
Sitting for hours
Humming melodies deep in my feelings till my thoughts transpired
And with all these feelings inside my head
Yea
Gotta keep my notebook by my bed
Oh yea
And it grew with me
Subconscious pages of prophecies
Light and love and hope and fears and doubts
Laid out in illustrations about me
My notebook
It's filled with that loose leaf
Got pages, on top of pages,
And pages filled with memories
Of a girl who believes that
Nothing seems perfect til I write my thoughts down
All of my feelings flow I get it all out
I just be doing me
Would you be proud of me
Could you see yourself one day saying you'd be like me
I just be doing me
Writing my thoughts down
La-di-da, La-di-da, La-di-da
La-di-da,La-di-da, La-di-da
Ooooh
iLLism - Loose Leaf Lyrics
iLLism - Loose Leaf Lyrics
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Nothing seems perfect til I write my thoughts down
All of my feelings flow I get it all out
I just be doing me
Would you be proud of me
Could you see yourself one day saying you'd be like me
I just be doing me
Writing my thoughts down
La-di-da, La-di-da, La-di-da
La-di-da, La-di-da, La-di-da
Oooh
Yeah early life growing up I didn't have much
And mom work so hard, gave everything she had up
No pops around so quickly I had to man up
It's kinda traumatizing, realizing you the man bruh
Huh
No time gotta stand up, stand up
Frustrations always agitated
Until my sister proudly demonstrated
How to put my thoughts on paper then relay it
Make melody to sing along and say it (oh)
And with all these feelings inside my head yeah
Gotta keep my notebook by my bed
Oh yeah
Cuz it grew with me
Juvenile jail it done went thru with me
Plenty hard times it done been thru with me
When nobody listen it sure do hear me
It sure do hear me
My notebook
It's filled with that loose leaf
Got pages
On back of pages
On top of pages
That trace all my memories
Gone
Nothing seems perfect til I write my thoughts down
All of my feelings flow I get it all out
I just be doing me
Would you be proud of me
Could you see yourself one day saying you'd be like me
I just be doing me
Writing my thoughts down
La-di-da, La-di-da, La-di-da
La-di-da, La-di-da, La-di-da
Oooh
Growing up on the Southside had it's perks I'm still inspired by
Growing up with a mom and a dad yea the whole fam I'm still loved by
Reflections
Of the days sitting in my room
Eyes gazed upon the busy streets through the windows of my room
Ripped a page of loose leaf
Sitting for hours
Humming melodies deep in my feelings till my thoughts transpired
And with all these feelings inside my head
Yea
Gotta keep my notebook by my bed
Oh yea
And it grew with me
Subconscious pages of prophecies
Light and love and hope and fears and doubts
Laid out in illustrations about me
My notebook
It's filled with that loose leaf
Got pages, on top of pages,
And pages filled with memories
Of a girl who believes that
Nothing seems perfect til I write my thoughts down
All of my feelings flow I get it all out
I just be doing me
Would you be proud of me
Could you see yourself one day saying you'd be like me
I just be doing me
Writing my thoughts down
La-di-da, La-di-da, La-di-da
La-di-da,La-di-da, La-di-da
Ooooh
All of my feelings flow I get it all out
I just be doing me
Would you be proud of me
Could you see yourself one day saying you'd be like me
I just be doing me
Writing my thoughts down
La-di-da, La-di-da, La-di-da
La-di-da, La-di-da, La-di-da
Oooh
Yeah early life growing up I didn't have much
And mom work so hard, gave everything she had up
No pops around so quickly I had to man up
It's kinda traumatizing, realizing you the man bruh
Huh
No time gotta stand up, stand up
Frustrations always agitated
Until my sister proudly demonstrated
How to put my thoughts on paper then relay it
Make melody to sing along and say it (oh)
And with all these feelings inside my head yeah
Gotta keep my notebook by my bed
Oh yeah
Cuz it grew with me
Juvenile jail it done went thru with me
Plenty hard times it done been thru with me
When nobody listen it sure do hear me
It sure do hear me
My notebook
It's filled with that loose leaf
Got pages
On back of pages
On top of pages
That trace all my memories
Gone
Nothing seems perfect til I write my thoughts down
All of my feelings flow I get it all out
I just be doing me
Would you be proud of me
Could you see yourself one day saying you'd be like me
I just be doing me
Writing my thoughts down
La-di-da, La-di-da, La-di-da
La-di-da, La-di-da, La-di-da
Oooh
Growing up on the Southside had it's perks I'm still inspired by
Growing up with a mom and a dad yea the whole fam I'm still loved by
Reflections
Of the days sitting in my room
Eyes gazed upon the busy streets through the windows of my room
Ripped a page of loose leaf
Sitting for hours
Humming melodies deep in my feelings till my thoughts transpired
And with all these feelings inside my head
Yea
Gotta keep my notebook by my bed
Oh yea
And it grew with me
Subconscious pages of prophecies
Light and love and hope and fears and doubts
Laid out in illustrations about me
My notebook
It's filled with that loose leaf
Got pages, on top of pages,
And pages filled with memories
Of a girl who believes that
Nothing seems perfect til I write my thoughts down
All of my feelings flow I get it all out
I just be doing me
Would you be proud of me
Could you see yourself one day saying you'd be like me
I just be doing me
Writing my thoughts down
La-di-da, La-di-da, La-di-da
La-di-da,La-di-da, La-di-da
Ooooh
Writer: Emmanuel Duncan, Sarah Lanier
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid