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makes me wonder, like maybe I'm missing something
Like my eyes are blocked by sunshine
Too many good things but I just can't feel right
So let's try
sympathy for I have no more room left to stand.
Well I sat in the driveway for hours
For months, and for days, and for years with no end
Well I sat by
sympathy for I have no more room left to stand.
Well I sat in the driveway for hours
For months, and for days, and for years with no end
Well I sat by
Adrenaline pumping, heart pacing, racing, altercations, we lit
Blood drip stain the ground, bug it down, you hit
Same hood, different day, same
And had a tantrum in her gown
She went hoo! Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, hoo!
Well my mama had twin babies
On one sweet summer day
She beat one in the head
And I'm
Yeah I see you trynna stack paper trynna get paid
Hustle with your mama all day
My dreams bout to take off but I'm sorry I'm still on the runway
You
on my oppas
Cause I do not mind when
My blunt is laced
Brodie a killa He shoot everyday
My life a movie Dvd blue ray
Call her Alexa She do what I say
I
Shoutout to all my friends on REPLAY.
To all my friends on each bay
To all my fans on week days
I pray for strength on weak days
I'm who you can bet
what you're stealin'
Your open-wound style needed some healin'
You're stripped out by my flow
I'm glad you know behind
This spark I got the
Phattest
Older brother one of my best friends
The near future, might buy him a Benz
Get along real well like a chain link fence
Playin Halo 3, he is the best
Well I wake up in the morning at 11:47
And I can't believe I have to face the horror of another fucking day
And the magnificent magnitude of my
Yeah, never knew what I was trying to become
Feelin so fly, got my girl louis vuitton, yeah
All the times I spend, worrying at night
Distracted by
by myself, ima always be fine wherever
I do my thing and redefine the measures
I was down but I'm finding better, never mind the pressure
Took
raised in the inner city by ballers with diamonds
Climbin the benzes, rollin philles, we younger minors
Me, I be the one that's only 12 years old
Crankin
City by ballers with diamonds
Climbin the Benzes, rollin Philles
We younger minors
Me, I be the one that's only 12 years old
Crankin off the hook from
close
And asked not to leave us in the name of Christ Jesus
But he's gone and all I got left is his blood on my sneakers
It was a year to this day that
of this American dream
Listen to the gossip, just like Junior High
I try to keep my mouth shut, just let it pass me by
Remember why I'm here, I do it for
And who said that they would bring joy to my day
And who said they'd wash all my sins away
Now who touched my heart and changed my life
And who is this
The house I used to call ours yeah my name's
Still on the bills scared to switch 'em thinking there's a slight chance
She's just going through a faze we'll
She gets paid to party
I can barely afford a couple beers
They card her but not me
She's my junior by a couple years
And that's fine by me, man
I want to tell you all the story 'bout
The Harper Valley widow wife
Who had a teenage daughter
Who attended Harper Valley Junior High
Well, her
You, you, you
Like a broken record stuck on loop
So that day, on my birthday, I thought
"Something has to change"
You can't always be about waiting
words
The word love
Would return
When I was just a little girl
I done beat through hell
Oh well
Biological daddy issues shaped through his yell
My
By a car when I attempted
To run to the ice cream truck
It wasn't all well and fare
Although my Mother was on welfare
My father was too busy
Running
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