Lyrics:
to big
And it’s urgent you live
But it’s OK to admit
You a hurt little kid (Do yeah)
Your Daddy issues aint for them innocent chicks (Yeah yeah yeah)
That
[puff daddy]
I want you to ask yourself one question
If you had twenty four hours to live, what would you do?
That's some deep shit right there,
National Anthem
Hit the gas
All real Patriots, stand up
Hit the gas
It’s time to do our fuckin’ job
Hit the gas
Hit the gas
Hit the gas
For those of you
to see
Though things change, the future's still inside of me
We must remember that tomorrow comes after the dark
So you will always be in my heart, with
you
Sometimes I wish I wasn't famous
Sometimes I wish I wasn't famous
Wish I wasn't famous
Then I would know who's really by my side
Sometimes I
parachutes
Cause every time I fall you there too
Pick me up like a hair do
Now that's dumb bars for a Good God
On my own told you leave
But you would not
So
I won't let you down
I will not give you up
Gotta have some faith in the sound
It's the one good thing that I've got
I won't let you down
So
Baby this is your last dance; you know how you do it
There's no nigga like you and there'll never be another nigga like you
Put your foot on these
learning to accept
What we can not change
The story of our lives
We read between the lines
Jesus where are you
Not a world of mine
Jesus where are you
I do
distracted by money drugs and four
Fives, I count lives all on these songs
Look at the weak and cry, pray one day you'll be strong
Fighting for your rights,
up and said "You guys, this doesn't sound like Bill Evans"
I said, "What do you mean?"
He said, "This is Bill Evans"
I asked the drummer, "Did you
life
As time went on, me and you bonded
I fathered you, I was so proud to be a dad
We were so broke, I promised you that one day I would get rid
Drop the clutch gas
Do the dash on you
Momma said she proud of me Im hopin that dont change now
Id really hate to let her down
But how I live my life is
dollars stackin' on like the texture
You can die today, just scratch out yester'
Diamonds on my ring, money like a wrestler
Took the way to good, it was
to humanity
Do some dirt for the family, then we could all live happily
Assuming that since you got the need, and I got the means to fulfill it
Problems would
only they would listen
But you good people become too obsessed
That the wicked will not be judged
But this should not concern you
Leave to God to do
wait
Do I really mean that no
Remember I almost died
With a crow bar to the skull
You had my back and I know that though
God the only one that loved me
for your kids nigga
Cause now there's kids doing grown man biz' nigga
You just got home nigga, you tryna live nigga
Me I don't wanna do another 5 years
this mic away
Would you love me?
Would you judge me?
Or would you rather run away
Where would I go?
Who will I be?
What would I do?
How would I cope?
But I can do it right
You can show me how
Like you did before
When I really needed to do it right
I was in a fix before
I was really in trouble
It was
Why are you hanging out by the tree
Don't be hanging out by the tree
Sister, why you stressing about the things you can't change
Hand it over to God
Well I do my best and do all I can to live everyday to be a better man
Break free from the past and leave behind
Everything that used to cause
a island boy
But you ain't walk out the house
Wit no sneakers on
Hawaiian made for the drink
Seven Eleven only thing I eat
Please do not judge
By the way
a island boy
But you ain't walk out the house
Wit no sneakers on
Hawaiian made for the drink
Seven Eleven only thing I eat
Please do not judge
By the way
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