Lyrics:
on a garbage barge piloted by coach steve
Only by our own steam
I will kick with both feet
Till we glide into an island hope that immigration don't see
Maybe
Wonder why you can't, see,
I've been there for you,
But you haven't done the same for me.
time
Fast forward three years from now, I don't wanna look back like
"What have I done with my life?"
A lot of my friends that I hang with wanna be
grounding.
I've been feeling three feet tall this month,
hardly indestructible.
But the snow melts, and the rhythm still goes on.
An angel got his
alright
But of course I wasn't about to just give up my son
So I did exactly what I thought should be done
I worked my ass off and I saved every cent
I sold
switch on this shit, now I ain't no debating
Thought I'd cross the line, I was off 3 different drugs, my heart was racing
We done took this shit
DVD?s clogged arteries and MP3?s,
He?s got this antisocial mental brain disease.
And I want to break him out, want to show him the world.
Want
me!
right?!
by now
my pants are ashes
how many chances
can be asked to have
you got 3 loves in your lifetime
least thats what I was told
the first ones
soft
I'm quite well of course, many feet with this rhyme technique
Beat off the heat with an ear to the streets nigga
Word life motherfucker
Wilson
Black clouds over me, I'm paranoid
I can't shake the ground beneath my feet
Stuck in between, the right and wrong
Way of admitting my defeat
So
all the wrong pills
Her voice begins cracking
Her eyes open, staring at nothing
Do you get what I'm saying?
I feel my heart beating
I wonder
and wrong
What's done in the dark will soon shine in the light
You're provin em right by suckin the pipe, stereotype
Media hype is killing me
Why must my
always knows what you came to his house for
She said I won't be much for all this Humbert Humbert stuff
I've never really done that much of this
And I
of us anymore
It's okay
We don't have to like everyone
We don't have to make sure everyone's always fine
Especially when hurt by them
Family, friends,
Big names
Huge cross
Switch trades
Peep ways to get our people
Out the pain
Came up in the game
Like I'm about to make
A mess
Like I got pulled over by
and fall
With our heads soaked up in alcohol
One hand on a cigarette
I swear I still got some good moves left
I've been fifty-eight since I was
slept
I mean where I sleep
Got a pretty peng ting in my own suite
She's so sweet and I'm on heat
I try keep it neat and be discreet
Big feet and it's
yeah, my vibes still faceless
I've done bad shit, but I don't feel guilty, not at all
Sometimes placid, but still reckless, where my thoughts are?
in our existence
And expense forth the truth. if you cannnot stand on your
Own two feet, what must be done? nothin, you shall die
In your own inequity.
suits slowly diein
cause all the wrong that Ive done to keep my mama cryin
so much longer and if I could return Id read the book of revelations
nigger
quite like me
Isn't that Presumably
What it is they say you're looking for
Ballad singer with a guitar
Okay so guitar was the part I got wrong
the only one
Caroline flack pushed to the edge cause what she’d done
Was blown out of proportion by the papers and the media
And we all hopped
fighting, who's wrong, who's right, caught in between
So worried, so hurried, no time, no green
Lo one day, clicking on the TV
He was caught by the screen
done with these bitches done with these hoes
A real woman by your side filling you with pride
Making sure I keep you grounded making sure I keep you
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