Lyrics:
I think I was lost since the day I was born
Back in the days of 2004
Back when life wasn't so hard and
Back before all the pain started
The days
But I had myself and I
Before high school days I would always get played
Tryna figure how I gotta skate by
With no kick flips or any manuals
People
my pen tell it then I done killed many men
Moved more bricks than the bad wolf and the third pig
Took swigs of lean by the gallon
Holdin’ Styrofoam
work every day on music it's my calling
Pull up
With my brother
Brought a garden
Here to rap and smoke
Flying like I'm Jordan
I got so much time
Guess
Hate every day, Hate every day
Hate every day, Hate every day
My life is a bitch
Good thing that I cannot feel it
Wake up and I feel like shit
Pop
to the days I know (cause I need that)
Uh well It's the Summertime looking at my phone 'til it ring
Holding down for my school as the Homecoming King
I'm
It's another day
Wasting your time
Tryna make bread
It's another day
Wasting your time
Tryna make bread
Another day in the life trying to convert
Yeah
I'm in the backseat, window rolled down
Watching life go by, no telling how it's gonna turn out
I was only 15 with a major league dream
But
the lesson to learn-ah
Way to get started in the music biz
Just listen to the story as I tell it like it is
I was a youngster from East Junior High School
a cup of tea and I walk to the computer
Oh, you're fucking kidding me another school shooter?
Suddenly I'm startled by the chances of my future
of high school several years ago
For pushin' over port-a-cans at the 4-H rodeo
Since then they've done their little dance right outside the law
Popped
and you don't get days off
you take off the garbage and hope it pays off
'cause you're painting by numbers
connecting the dots
you work from neck down
Sometimes I get to thinkin' 'bout days gone by
And I start cryin' every time
What I wouldn't give if I could just relive
One day with those old
School's out that was the night our paths crossed, eternally
No doubt about it you were meant for me, it was destiny
You opened the door
Such grace
filet) Ah, ah-ah-ah
[Method Man]
We walking dogs, foot soldiers, fuck you all
Guns and roses, play the wall
The final curtain calls every day, all
Welcome to the ghetto
Livin' day by day in my hood on the spot
See the same old things:same dope fiends cops
Just an average day in the streets
I get up Friday morning and I'm late for school
Only 13, but I got a mad pull, it's cool
Who needs a job when I can steal and rob
Making all that
or no extra's
Baby I just make it work out
I ain't with the flexin'
Finish with my school day so don't
You try to test me
Girl that ass super fat like
You
everybody else
Man I hate school, this shit is wack
Every single day is like Hell for me
Sitting there for seven hours waiting for a bell to ring
Honestly
Yeah you know when di-
Purple Haze ah blaze
Dung ah Hayes
Ah smoke fi days
Yo Deva
Tell Newtown fi lif' up everything
Yo Psycho, yo Banga
[Chorus: Mr. Probz]
My feet are tired
And the pain shows
There's such a long way to go now
Such a long way to go
Gotta be strong
By myself now
sex as a weapon.
Her man's name Jerome, high school sweetheart
Who just came home for some charges unknown.
It's 'prolly domestic, he be beatin' 'er
to show his feelings
He was a pig-tail puller in grammer school
Left back twice by the seventh grade
Sniffing glue in Junior High
And the first one in
be great riding with him"
"Is he picking you up after school today?"
"Mm-mm"
"By the way, where did you meet him?"
"I met him at the candy store
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