Lyrics:
how religious, he get vicious
When it come to gettin' digits, he gon' holla at the thickest
Make her feel like he the richest if lil' baby is a vixen
It was bad but it's all good, man
I guess we couldn't but I thought we could, damn
I was too caught up living in a dream
That I forgot nothing is
IT'S OKAY
Music by Kip Winger and Reb Beach
Lyrics by Kip Winger
Take off the masque
Take off the gloves
Take off the armor that's so rough rough
It's a small town life and I like it
'Cause the bad don't get in your way
There's an angry God gonna strike it
Yeah, that's what we pay him
slow
Maybe I should take it slow, yo
But this ain't pop music
This that pot music
Thought I could do it on my own,
But there's a lot to it, and I can't
As soon as you're born they make you feel small
By giving you no time instead of it all
Till the pain is so big you feel nothing at all
A working
ain't no place in between
By me believing what you say that you never mean
Like It'll last for ever but now forever ain't as long
If it wasn't for you
called, let alone came by
As a youth it was hard to wonder why
But now I'm older and I don't dwell on self pity
Thinking about the life you didn't give
a bust"
"Is it a set up?", it seems funny, a scuffle broke out
He got hit, dropped the cases spitting blood out of his mouth
He walked four blocks to die
against the kind of lies they try to bring me
As a ? soldier with ?
Daily papers they're just propaganda scriptures from the government
It's not
Disney card
Wrote “best wishes,” and “kisses” where she signed it
3 feet by 2 feet, I coulda hid behind it
I didn’t like the pity from Christina Li
you planned it
Something once was delivered, then you banned it
But, oh, there is a key to this thing
Notorious lightning
There is a monument
kid, I'm goin' all out
Life's a bitch, fuck it, got a gun, bust it
The gameplay, gotta play by the rules of your own cannot be trusted
Don't try
something out there, I don't know what it is,
There's something out there...
Sometimes life gets in the way of living
We're brought to our senses by
Yo, I heard my old bredrin tried to shoot his cousin, caught a bird
And by caught a bird I don't mean a pheasant
It's funny cah that same cousin
I hadn't been there I haven't done that
I never been one to know where it's at
I've been around and I've seen a few things
I don't know what a lot
much)
I can tell by your eyes your smile your touch
Boy it don't matter it don't matter it don't matter it don't matter it don't matter
It don't matter
Yeah, I know all my money from all my bank accounts
I go into the louis store, I get a lot of things there
The Louis store is just like my grocery store
surely go.
The picture rolls by, soundtrack low, but we don't see a thing.
Feel around in the middle of your popcorn box,
At the bottom is a diamond
at night
At fireplace
We got tequila to rock by
Salt on my hand got tongue on it
There's no lime on it
Just came back fast forward
I just found out is a long
of man makes it so easy to pervert the Father's plan
Or I'll tell you
There is a heaven but there's many ways to get in
Keep you so confused that you stay
Such a longing that I never knew that I could ever feel!
There is hope where its needed, and then there's what I have
I could dream all I want, but one
Why does every bitch want to fuck the rich guy?
And every fake nigga want to dick ride
Keep it over there, yea
We are real on this side
It's
That your plug couldnt even supply
Guess love is the drug that we're seeking in life
And we lack it, distracted by magic and lies in the back of my mind
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