Lyrics:
no one else
I think it's cause
Maybe I adore you
Maybe I adore you
You get the best of me
Maybe I adore you
Maybe I adore you
You get the best of me
my feelings evolve
I'm 2 dooby to you mamas you know what I mean
Got a nigga staying woke shit I'm just glad I ain't dreaming
Put you on a pedestal
it.
Froze up, everything that you can see around me,
My neck, wrist, arm, the whole nine.
I done took you best shot, now, dirty, you hold mine.
Got
or the bars
To bob your head and nod
I recall, so many never ever thought you'd make it
So sad they were mistaken
The joy they tried to take it
Mama said
or the bars
To bob your head and nod
I recall, so many never ever thought you'd make it
So sad they were mistaken
The joy they tried to take it
Mama said
But getting older and losing friends wasn't
Something I could get used to, not one
Bit no stable home, no stable friends
Mama tried her best to raise
time at all
For this boy to understand
That I had found my very first best friend
Laying 'neath a shade tree or fishing down by the creek
Fighting made
yeah yeah that is God permit
No matter of what the world says but I know he call me by my name
Mama told me to be a Christian is a better thing
But i was
[Verse 1: Corey J.]
How the hell I'm supposed to get it?
Mama told me that it's coming, but it's getting hard to listen
Got a book full of writtens
[Verse 1: Corey J.]
How the hell I'm supposed to get it?
Mama told me that it's coming, but it's getting hard to listen
Got a book full of writtens
now?
And sell me, sell me one of those dreams that you reap
I know how you really feel mama
You know you don't want to reveal it
Oh you seal it away
You
My mama never cared much for my taste
That's OK; I make my own way these days
I know, I'm yet to come up off the backstreets
But at the very least,
to stop by and check us out sometime
He looked at me like I'm out my mind
Shook his head like, "White boys don't know how to rhyme"
I spit out a line
on top off the kush everytime that we smoke
I know she solid, I'm willing to split up the digits
Lil mama won't bend won't fold
And I just told her I think
the s**t
Louis baggage, runway model
She's a hit
Walk the line,
Lemme' cash my checks
Dawl modeling royalty,
Mama knows best
Lemme' take my babies
Down
Interrogate a nigga like a brotha don't know
Silent wit my moves gotta keep it low pro
Gritty to the bone I been called loco
Man Im jiggy in the west
yea
sometimes its good to be good menh
But gotta know that your worst enemy
Is your best friend
Ya lego
They don’t want you grow
We keep
want, black and ugly
But you can't convince me the Lord don't love me
When my CD's drop, they sell the best
You call it luck, why can't it just be I'm
bout they diamond bezelled wrists
My ice this, my ice that
I bet I'll melt yo shit
Cause Shawn J come hotter than the Devil's dick
Couldn't beat me if I
that I was Shaded
Muds with the house that I was raised
Mama told me Werk, Hard days Goan pass It Goan rain
I took 'Em words with me, cos I know it Goan
this bad
Even though she seems so high
He knows that she can't fly
and when she falls out of the sky
He'll be standing by
She was raised in
On those November Nights
Hope to God he think I'm living right
I don't know because it's outta sight
Try my best to really live in Christ
I'm
Gotta feed my fam
Do the best that I can
Ya’ll ain’t gon’ hold me back
Say ya’ll ain’t gon’ hold me back
No more
One night mama had a vision
Of me up in
feeling like Bobby Boucher
Told her we gone be okay
Cause Jesus still be the way
He the best
'Spect nothing less
He so awesome
This not by Chance
But we in
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