Lyrics:
Check, check, check enuh
Oh gosh man
Wah do some waste man, man
A wah them feel like
Yow, splinters
Better know
Me nuh come from nowhere mi bad by mi
died off that Hennessy
Guess I wouldn't feel a thing
Instead of in this bad dream
Guess then I would've knew that I was born to be the truth
Guess then
by Willie Dixon
Copyright 1967 (renewed) Hoochie Coochie Music (BMI)
Gypsy woman told my mama
'while 'fore I was born.
Got a boy child comin'
Ay
Bad boys in the house, you know we up to no good
October 31st, I go steal candy from neighborhoods, ay
Don't approach me out in public, hope that
will live forever more)
Because of Christmas Day
Mary's boy child Jesus Christ
Was born on Christmas Day
While shepherds watch their flock by
I'ma born killer, you're face to face with scarface
You tried to ice an x, but that's a motherfuckin waste
Your schools fucked up g
And your momma
I was born down in Texas, but Atlanta where I'm made
I'm a East Atlanta nigga, boy that's just where I stay
I'm a A-Town nigga 'til the day that I
on holiday
Born in the wrong time (wrong time)
Sometimes I feel like my life is punch a line (punch line)
Strung along by the riptide (riptide)
But we aren’t
Good advice is sure 'nough hard to come by
And bad advice surrounds you constantly
And good advice you just can't
Put no price on
And bad advice
by tomorrow you will see
Yeah you got to live to be wise
If you know you wanna see the inside of the eye
World is so old people there are living fine
with destiny
Born to be a cowboy
Trouble overtook 'em
Just past the Rio Grande
A stolen horse, a missing gun
Bad men in a bad land
One casualty in two
in the clouds (Oh-whoa)
I was born to run, I don't belong to anyone, oh, no
I don't need to be loved by you (By you)
Fire in my lungs, can't bite
went by with my hands tied up in your ropes
Forever and ever, no more
The midnight sky is the road I'm takin'
Head high up in the clouds
Oh
I was born
in the clouds (Oh-whoa)
I was born to run, I don't belong to anyone, oh, no
I don't need to be loved by you (By you)
Fire in my lungs, can't bite
Head high up in the clouds (Oh, oh)
I was born to run, I don't belong to anyone
Oh no
I don't need to be loved by you (By you)
Fire in my lungs, can't
Gypsy woman told my mama
While 'fore I was born
Got a boy child comin' mama
He'll be a bad one, now
I'll make all you little girls
Turn your
Gypsy woman told my mama 'while 'fore I was born
Got a boy child comin' mama he'll be a bad one, now
I'll make all you little girls turn your heads
Gypsy woman told my mama 'while 'fore I was born
Got a boy child comin' mama he'll be a bad one, now
I'll make all you little girls turn your heads
sky is the road I'm takin'
Head high up in the clouds (Oh, oh)
[Chorus]
I was born to run, I don't belong to anyone, oh no
I don't need to be loved by
(You think you're a bad ass nigga)
Ya understand what I'm saying?
Well you better
I was born in these streets
Raised in these streets
Walked in
(You think you're a bad ass nigga)
Ya understand what I'm saying?
Well you better
I was born in these streets
Raised in these streets
Walked
(You think you're a bad ass nigga)
Ya understand what I'm saying?
Well you better
I was born in these streets
Raised in these streets
Walked in
Gypsy woman told my mama 'while 'fore I was born
Got a boy child comin' mama he'll be a bad one, now
I'll make all you little girls turn your heads
the rap, the brother got the rap
The born loser, not because I choose to be
But because all the bad shit happens to me
I got kids, but their mothers
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