Written on the Page by Mit MJ Rips Lyrics
Hook
Written on the page
Spitting without rage
Write until there's no room
No longer Tim of Doom
Written on the page
Spitting without rage
Write until there's no room
No longer Tim of Doom
Verse 1
I wrote it all on the page
Be wise like the oldest sage
So now I told you everything
But fold before you call me king
My hand has a pair of aces
Take a breath between the spaces
I wrote about my lust
I thought I could have trust
All of you with my past
Too bad that did not last
I hit refresh like Chrome
Sin of the flesh my dome
No more complete Honesty
Like a home without a key
I wrote it all on the page
Reinvent myself this age
Hook
Written on the page
Spitting without rage
Write until there's no room
No longer Tim of Doom
Written on the page
Spitting without rage
Write until there's no room
No longer Tim of Doom
Verse 2
Now I will be more private
Call me still Dim or just Mit
If you call me Tim I quit
My life became a cartoon
My wife cannot come more soon
If it's on the paper and sheet
Then, it comes with a nice rap beat
Experiment with no drums
Reinvent with no sums
No flow is worth more than gold
I know because I am sold
I carry dead weight
I bury so late
My nose in a notebook
But can't write a goat hooj
People dissect on Spotify
The words that I will testify
Hook
Written on the page
Spitting without rage
Write until there's no room
No longer Tim of Doom
Written on the page
Spitting without rage
Write until there's no room
Verse 3
No longer Tim of Doom
Three persona one man
Hoping to God I land
Tribute to Kenny
Looking for Penny
A girl I met at my lowest
Telling her I have to focus
Dim Tim is the past
No gym I will last
Talking off my ear off
With every fear cough
God told me to never fear
Mary brought me to be here
I worship on the loose-leaf
Relationship with her brief
I need more communication
But it is all celebration
Hook
Written on the page
Spitting without rage
Write until there's no room
No longer Tim of Doom
Written on the page
Spitting without rage
Write until there's no room
No longer Tim of Doom
Verse 4
I got a working title
Eat it like peanut brittle
It pops out by surprise
Two drops in my old eyes
If this album ever releases
Riff about dumb Reese’s no pieces
Do I look like E.T
No, I am Timod
Words come to life
Birds fly no wife
At least yet but I bet
That my heart will be set
With some poetic justice
Or a check off the list
I'm searching for a queen
If you know what I mean
Hook
Written on the page
Spitting without rage
Write until there's no room
No longer Tim of Doom
Written on the page
Spitting without rage
Write until there's no room
No longer Tim of Doom
Written on the page
Spitting without rage
Write until there's no room
No longer Tim of Doom
Written on the page
Spitting without rage
Write until there's no room
No longer Tim of Doom
Verse 1
I wrote it all on the page
Be wise like the oldest sage
So now I told you everything
But fold before you call me king
My hand has a pair of aces
Take a breath between the spaces
I wrote about my lust
I thought I could have trust
All of you with my past
Too bad that did not last
I hit refresh like Chrome
Sin of the flesh my dome
No more complete Honesty
Like a home without a key
I wrote it all on the page
Reinvent myself this age
Hook
Written on the page
Spitting without rage
Write until there's no room
No longer Tim of Doom
Written on the page
Spitting without rage
Write until there's no room
No longer Tim of Doom
Verse 2
Now I will be more private
Call me still Dim or just Mit
If you call me Tim I quit
My life became a cartoon
My wife cannot come more soon
If it's on the paper and sheet
Then, it comes with a nice rap beat
Experiment with no drums
Reinvent with no sums
No flow is worth more than gold
I know because I am sold
I carry dead weight
I bury so late
My nose in a notebook
But can't write a goat hooj
People dissect on Spotify
The words that I will testify
Hook
Written on the page
Spitting without rage
Write until there's no room
No longer Tim of Doom
Written on the page
Spitting without rage
Write until there's no room
Verse 3
No longer Tim of Doom
Three persona one man
Hoping to God I land
Tribute to Kenny
Looking for Penny
A girl I met at my lowest
Telling her I have to focus
Dim Tim is the past
No gym I will last
Talking off my ear off
With every fear cough
God told me to never fear
Mary brought me to be here
I worship on the loose-leaf
Relationship with her brief
I need more communication
But it is all celebration
Hook
Written on the page
Spitting without rage
Write until there's no room
No longer Tim of Doom
Written on the page
Spitting without rage
Write until there's no room
No longer Tim of Doom
Verse 4
I got a working title
Eat it like peanut brittle
It pops out by surprise
Two drops in my old eyes
If this album ever releases
Riff about dumb Reese’s no pieces
Do I look like E.T
No, I am Timod
Words come to life
Birds fly no wife
At least yet but I bet
That my heart will be set
With some poetic justice
Or a check off the list
I'm searching for a queen
If you know what I mean
Hook
Written on the page
Spitting without rage
Write until there's no room
No longer Tim of Doom
Written on the page
Spitting without rage
Write until there's no room
No longer Tim of Doom