Lyrics:
[Felecia]
Nothing or no one
Can take your place (that's right)
With you by my side
Anything, I can face
You keep it tight
And you got my devotion
Just
Well it's early evening and I'm at your door
Thinking of things to say
It's been a long hard week since I saw you now,
Baby, you're always worth
anywhere without my weapons.
Well I grew up on the palms, I was raised by bikers.
Got a friend in Quenton another in Rykers.
At the age of 21 Rancid Punx,
right.
I'll show the world with my God by my side.
I'll show the world.
Maybe I'm a dreamer far from reality.
They see a loser, baby, when they look
you'll both look like fools
Fools - they never really go by the rules
And don't really have the right tools
But still they think their records sound cool
Rockin it... rockin it
[Peso]
Well let's get right down to the bottom of things
We're here to get you on the floor with the music we bring
Smurfin
at you
Yes, I did; ain't that true?
You won't get embarrassed by the things I do
I just want to dance with you
Oh, the boys are playing softly,
hands together
Put your hands together for D-Roc and Kaine and DJ Smurf
Next time a red neck put a pistol down
Nigga killer, bitch you ain't heard
loathe, Yes I don't fake my lows. I heard you, Tallying all the things that you ain't ever done, No need to write it, Just
put me in a casket
Vinyasa flow to keep me in tune with practice
We're just a calculated risk away from magic
My appetite for life ain't limited by
independent I did this shit by myself
They saying they put me on they couldn't put on themselves
And I ain't talking sales
But if these niggas talking sales
polaroid pic candid
I don't got the time to wait around
For anybody who don't want to put their hand in (wooh)
You feel stranded
Maybe buried by life
But you
can get deep
I can stay on surface
Most people lie
When they know the truth
It's so on purpose
I make the right decisions
I try to keep afloat
I only
I'd be better if I leave
I know I rlly shoulda spoke up
I was going thru some things
Well I guess this just my luck
Add this to my list of pain
Tryna
for a way back to you
Woah woah
How could I fail when I ain't got nothing to lose
It's an addiction, fell in love with the blues
It's an addiction,
money that I can spend
And never have to worry, I know it's coming again
Man, I'm right back in the bank, I'm in spur mode like I'm Tim
Ballin' like I'm
right
Girl you come first you ain't second (second)
When I look at you there's no comparing (comparing)
I'm tired of being by myself
I don't wanna live in
of somethin new
Won't be apart of it with you
Loving you is easy this the hardest thing to do but my vision ain't your vision and I gotta see it thru
I stay headstrong
Nodding on
Face heavy
Nodding off
Overdosing
Let him fall
I cant deal with none of y'all
Chain swanga
Not at all
Blunt smoker
By
her curves like it's cursive
White dress for that white wine
Shorty came by at the right time
Thick like Paula Patton
Trust you wouldn't see any blurred
no repeats on my mission
This ain’t a diss sound, but, girl you toxic and proud
So lost, so loud
Inequity your cloud
It was never meant to be, that was
don't need no rhyme or reason
Say what I have to say not getting beaten
By the other rappers speaking no lingo
Got no skill you saying dumb things though
even speak on the things I done
For my ends I done did so much on the road for my dargs
Yeah right
Diligent bystander that’s Sainte
In the middle
a single breath, man
Not even a little bit
I hope this ain't a target
That I didn't hit
And all these rappers out right now
Are faker than an Instagram booty
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