Lyrics:
might as well
I got a soul I ain't tryna sell
I came from the bottom, tired of all the problems
Looking for a way 'cause I spent a little time in hell,
'cause he's got to live.
But then he comes uptown
where he can hold his head up high.
And uptown he knows I'm gonna be standing by.
And when I take
] Just kick a little somethin for the women
[ VERSE 2 ]
Women - women, women, women, how come?
Every man to you is potrayed as being dumb
We're not
And the mandem wanna do Maccies but I
Just want a steak and chips (yeah)
Two by two, that's marching
Judge give my guy like one for a rambz
But you were never
TO
STcY CHIPS DIVERSIFY/
TREES BY THE POUND MY LORD
BcCK FLIP YOU HEcRD THE GUY/
PUT EM THEY PLcCE SUN/
SHOW EM HOW IT'S GOTTc BE
FOOT TO Dc FcCE BUM/
SHOW
comedy
Ratioed by the quantity, wanna be, better than a citizen
I read the law, you're a servant to the citizens
Lower that attitude, little ones targeting
in the fuckin ground
I don't even wanna try
Because all these bitches lie
(Yeah)
When I was a little guy
Wished that I could really fly
Held onto my
guy, I am a proud dad, if you my son I'm a deadbeat
Where you find my, they ain't close by, you a house rat and I'm so fly
Got six teens like
great big world, they’d get their lives on track
Those city slickers never knew they wouldn’t be coming back
Fred did the weather on channel 10 and Paul
cheese
No way who is he
That's that guy you ain't heard him is he
That's why
When you see him go by you like oh damn my motherfucking eyes
Burning
Like
(Do-do-do-do-do-do)
Carrying such a heavy load, (Do-do-do-do-do-do), Yeah
And so the story begins, so here we go
We 'bout to journey down this little muddy, rugged road
on by poverty, got lives that scarred
Single mother selling her body, nigga times are hard
Wheres the Lord when I need a blessing
Devil's be after me
Raising hell in Wayne County
With a copper on our tail
Hoping that he drives on by me
But knowing this town he'll probably throw us in jail
By then daddy's hair was turning white
And I had to be mama's little man
But as sure as my daddy's back grew weak
My mama's faith grew strong
And those
SOILED IN REGRET
It's fun murdering words that are blood curdling,
By now, you must live under a rock, if you ain't heard of him.
Madchild, I don't
own it, I own it
I own it, I own it
I own it, I own it
Live by the words of a wise man
Who said don't go falling in love
So as much as I can I
own it, I own it
I own it, I own it
I own it, I own it
Live by the words of a wise man
Who said don't go falling in love
So as much as I can I
From across the room
I can feel this tension between us
It's always there
Just out of sight
And we both know that love don't live here anymore
breathed into us
Trus' me, articles of God's trust
Now as the globe rotates we live corrupt
To rot away from the door's jaws of the dark raven
Escapin
I'm the man
I'll never give that man a verse and boy, did I stick to my plan
Two requests over the years and I declined them both
I just made up some
these hoes
Little do he know, i got her lo'
Soon as this bitch walk out the store
I'm hopping out cars and letting it blow
Now we gone, smash the gas, he
cruel not kinder
Influencer insider, what a time this is
Where the business-minded hybrid lives
Where dreams may come and go
Where the wild things lurk
Gang, I think this is it!
No more writing clever little shows
For those basement saloons
No more proclamations from the pros
That you "can't hum
at the time I was not alright
I was in over my head
Now I'm pretty sure at twenty-six
That it isn't gonna be some little fix
The game wasn't rigged by
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