Lyrics:
feel like Screech
I'm saved by the bell
I feel like LL before the ladies love James
My uncle told me that this pimp shit a cold game
Use your codename
Feeling good and I don’t know why
Another day and another high
I walk around like I am on the ray, hey yeah
Somewhere way out in the rays of Hanalei
some good years
watching those Goodyears
I can still see Dad's Ricky Rudd t shirt
Shouting out Gordon you're a jerk
Every time that he drove by
If I was the real Jesus
I'd tell you the truth of things
If I was the real Jesus
I'd have strength for all that's honest and good
But I'm not
of clovers
That the flames refused
To get any closer to
I mighta' lost my life that day
I was just lucky to get away
And when the silence set so softly
Knew I
Cuz I need me that bag and I need me them keys
Young trey big boy now he AP
Used to wanna cop the rollie I was only sixteen
now every day we
'm grateful
To all my friends, I'm grateful
And to my blood, I'm grateful
For the woman fallen out my life
I'll still love you till the day I die
That's an oath
and just elevate
'Cause today will be a good day
I got my mind right, money right, ready for war
Workin' hard today for a better tomorrow
Hey, yeah,
that it's all about me
What could it be?
I got the sixty inch flat tv, what?
Got it like DVD, whatever you need
I got the bubbles in the tub with
take drugs
Not pressed on the time that I'll never make up
Life goes by on the train I ride
And I'll sip the same cup till the day I die
I need
like the RZA, like Nas, like Jay
'Cause I mastered the flow from back in the day
Respected by my peers from Drizzy to Cole to Kenny
Thank you for
back
Feel like the woo finna get Back
She says i'm hard like a 6 Pack
Run up on me nah forget That
You got some weed Imma Take that
You know I'm good
the limits 'til the day that we die
We're from the banjo chicken-pluckin' double-clutchin' C.O.U.N.T.R.Y
C.O.U.N.T.R.Y
We like them shiny silver buckle,
Hard
1,2 and 3
Watching DVD's
BIC never on easy street
Fall down 7 times get up 8 no matter where I be
On the map I keep that as my philosophy
believe
Spinning round like I'm a chopper Feel my circle smaller
I manifest like a demon in front of a producer
I'm not really that good but to find
nagging bout the shit they done did
I stayed down aint run off on my plugs my face good now I'm doing it big
Traumatized watch a nigga die rite in front me
Raise a toast
Came this far
I could just cool on the rocks like a brandy
All of this shade
Never was a glass house guy
But I keep stones by cause
know that you're new to St. Thomas
Place where good times are made yeah I promise
You'll love this johnny cake If I being honest
We can check out
Aye
Shawty I know you be hearing this and that
From here and there but,
Please trust and believe lil' momma
I see you gon' ride for me
So I'm a die
hell yea I did that shit
Good thing I ain't sell my soul yeah I ain't have to die to live this shit
I'm doing me without the middle man
These niggas
to die
How we stayed late at night
The four of us tired
We're cracking up cause we had to get by
I wish I could know that the good old days
Are right now
number 1 in the city
Tell Charlotte I'm back, better, and witty
Smart thing that I improved on my faith in God
Ohh lord I pray I don't die a legend as I
good,
Hittin switches while I'm throwin up the hood.
I never play the radio,
I buy underground from the mom-n-pappa sto'.
I cruise late night by
Turn the receiver back on, Kiki stay repeatin'
Apple Watch sends boom bap, BPM ain't 90
Multiply that by two, ask how I'm alive g
Habumbupbupbuhbuh,
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