Lyrics:
to lay my sword down
Never thought that I'd be here
Mixed feelings every single year
That goes by
But one day I'll fly
Forty hour week with an off day day
bitches and you know that's a fact
Keep a 40 yeah I keep it right on my lap
The only thing on my mind isn't money
It really is a bacon egg n cheese I think
on the other team
I got my packs up, I'm really workin' OT I be really out the way, overtime trappin
Type to dome a nigga head and then start
Laughin' tryna
a girl who said that I am the one
But the kid is not my son
She says I am the one
But the kid is not my son
For forty days and forty nights the law was
What I’m Fighting For
Words and Music By: Justin Busch (justrbusch@yahoo.com) and Dave Tough
V1:
Dad was only 40 years old, we were counting on 40
Before I go to bed, I take a L to the head
Reminisce over words that was once said
By my man, God rest his soul, I was told stand bold
When under
Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh
Southside, what y'all niggas know about the dirty south?
One time
[Chorus]
Lord forgive me, for I've sinned
Over
so long, long
My mind is always on the run, run
I got so much baggage weighing over my head
I lay on my bed, holding the soft teddy bear
I'm alone,
(Yah) I’m In Atlanta right now you know when I'm saying. I got my nigga Freak and Nek in the building. (?) bread in this bitch (Yah). It's just
to the grave
Lay over in a cage Stepped in that courtroom, shackled like a
slave My lawyer tryna make me cop out to the yay
Ayy, we had it all Bro, stash
by that Plasma Flatscreen
My head's spinning like the World turning
I turn on TV it's like the World's Burning
But now I down the sound, ignore
it's over, I press rewind though
You talkin' bands, girl, I got it Benjamin's all in my pocket
I traded in my trues for some robins
He playing Batman,
soldier some you get blessed over
Bums they straight come from under ?
I told you, That I would die for my loved ones
Kill for my blood ones beside
customer
I was little L, before Big L
Before E-40, my nigs shit was naughty
Before Diddy, on my whips is pretty
Lil' ride nigga from Queens runnin' through
mother fucking head off
Nigga won't die from starving
The rate of niggas turning on
Each other is alarming my lady's my ex lady
Yeah she got the same
Money is an issue, and that's on the fa' shizzle my nizzle
Ya block warm, then I come by with the fizzle
And make fa' sho' I get to work mines, for part
dreaming
Wasn't doing this I'd probably be a politician
Fuck first forty-eight just too much snitching
?
'Cause I ain't pulling over be a whole lotta
cellphone ringing
From what I just heard think my cellphone dreaming
Wasn't doing this I'd probably be a politician
Fuck first forty-eight just too much
with no options
If Compton ain't the murder capital, we in the top ten
Drive by with our face painted, like a clown
With a tre-pound, forty shells
in the Nile
Heartache
Forty days
Or have your tears gone out of style?
When the thunder in your head
Starts pouring down again
Tell me are you using My
grind like a motherfucking zipper
She gave me neck so good my fuck around and tip her
Just got a brand new xd 40
How many bodies you got like 40
She
my head, so many dreams
One was you on a white horse very clean
The second was a nice girl, very mean
And the Last one two of us in between
Describe
ridin around wit the 40
Hold bout 38
My aim it be great
And I'm never late
Send one to yo face
Then head back to base
Now that's a closed case
Ain't have
a stay of execution since childhood.
when we met, she was forty
plus a few.
a mindset, governed by mortality.
a kaleidoscope filter
cast upon
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