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im chris chris paul and im the shit like im farting
Was down bad down by my lonely
Wasn't no one really there that was for me
I swear it was killing me

That's How The Story Goes
Music and Lyrics: Chet Lam
Arranged and produced by Chris Connors

A glimpse of moonlight in your eyes
A splash of sunlight

Met her at a bar called MJ O'Connors on March 17th
She had a tattoo on her thigh and her sisters by her side
And a smile across her face

We drank

Valley

Ace Deuce

3rd Wish to Rock the World

1999

or trip when you see the lights
cause they can tell you're nervous just by looking in your eyes
in H-Town the business in booming
but it won't last long if

good kids with no guidance
We was just riding out to our conscience
Bugg stayed down and so did Connor
I need rent paid in these next days
Got a lot

showers
I need to change trynna drown my sins in money showers
The names Jahco by the way
Thought I needed love
Whole town got love shit just got caught in

a lame & he cannot fight
She said she happy where she at but I know she lying
I hit that road, she be upset, be by her lonely vibing
Take my number, feel

kick off

Remember they ain't used feel me now they see out used to Rome around bity  I'm in and outta town used to cop by the 8th I'm smoking by

as planned I ain't stop
Father stretch my hands I'm not Chris Rock
Won't go down without a fight why you let me down
Outta town again tonight you don't come

I crush alot
Ask her whats her zodiac sign she told me a pisces
Now she want some lonely time
Told me put down my device
All she want to do is lounge

a field day (ooh)
Let me tell you the play-by-play (by play)
It's 1st down, I run to his crib (ooh)
Yeah, we on O, still do a blitz (a blitz)
ESPN can't

Influenced by a TRU nigga ain't no fear in death
Breather life nigga I spit it until my last breath
V I S I O N morherfucking plug
This the Finest Music thug

Only lie when I say I never lied 
Lonely in my mind but not in real life 
Homies on my side keep me high when I'm low 
I don't know why but the weed got

outta Stoney Brook
Pull ah ski by myself, yea, I'ma lonely crook
I'm not ah dealer, I be jackin (I be jackin)
He not realer, he just rappin
Sliden

(You are now listenin' to Young Chencs)
(I-I-I-I-I love Chris Rich)

I like when your face is beat (uh-huh)
But I like when your makeup off

stressing so bad
But I chill with da team

And it cool

Riding 'round town
In the Bat Mobile

Young Chris Bale
Looking fresh outta school

We chilling

a small town by my lonely
Niggas burning out the D I'm in Montana more than Tony
Bitches screaming Ruth Chris I wouldn't get her shit from Coney
Thick bitch

on the down low
I don't even got friends in this town
I just moved to LA so I date 'cause I'm outgoing
Kinda lonely too
Ex girl got another homie too I'm not

by my lonely
If you ain't know me 'til today
Them you can't say that you know me

my head 
It hits me right then
This town belongs to the dead   
Maybe if I get lucky
I’ll see a ghost tonight
Go out drinking with Al Capone