Lyrics:
right at the Truth commercial
Some days I don't want to be bothered
Some days I just miss my father
And even if by a miracle he makes it half way out
It
flowers
Til you laying in a hearse
Feel like the only ones that got you
Is the ones who seen your worst
And to keep it all a stack
Sin is a generational
need to change
In the locker room, all the homies do is laugh
High fives 'cause anotha nigga played your ass
It was said you were sleezy, even easy
all grown up and it's still about Hip Hop
I love it, I love it
And we can be in a hotel, worst part of town and
Support act, we ain't half as loud
Where are you going?
I know we went over this plenty of times
But you really still don’t see that this
Is probably pointless
Or, no
Forget it
Okay,
me (Uh oh)
Trying to stay alive like a bg on a arvy
Or maybe say sorry like JB at a party, please
It won’t even matter if people listen
Shooting for
Napoleon murphy brock (vocals)
Bob harris (vocals)
Johnny "guitar" watson (vocals)
Ensemble: (singing)
De white boy troubles!
(white boy troubles!)
De white
around when it all goes down
Even heroes know when to be scared
Slip out the back, before they know you were there
At the worst, you'll see nobody cares
the news
Probably send my old bitch
To play it cool
If you cuff her
Then you doomed
Middle finger
To them fuck niggas
It hurt worst
When you loose a goon
I
We've got some folks to meet
And it's that way, in the states
And even overseas so if I'm seen
You should know that I have had (Oh)
Better days in
your friends know
I only call you when it's half past five
The only time that I'll be by your side
I only love it when you touch me, not feel me
When
you don't even care
But yet you stop and then you stare
I am my generation Ric Flair
Don't watch they gonna say it's unfair
All my accolades I done took
Haunted by the memories of you in this life
Man, I've met so many dudes
That were jealous of me
I'm trying to get it together and
Focus on doing
want to do rap?
Oh my god, it's the best
Bitches let me draw up on their breasts
Literally I can reinvent myself
I get a forum to project myself
It's
love myself
I'm tryin' to, but never caught my breath
It's not as easy as they say
They tell you that it's all okay
But it's okay not to be okay
Still
without communicating the way we can take care of each other? The world in which flowers don't feel, that I really want the best for them and it's not just
the choice was never mine
If it was would be through by now
But I'm still here somehow
Stand up and take a bow
It all stops when the penny drops
Living ghoul,
skin bitches be ashy
In 99 the other girls used to call me a chase
In 06 I was hustling not watching Degrassi
It aint no point to even talk if you always
making you perish
Shitty ass genes got me blaming my parents
I'm Skinny and weak and I look like a ferret
This world is disease and I can't even bare it
To a therapist but then again
They're perceived as the worst
Yet they might suffer even more than everyone else
Crying and expressing emotions is strength not
It's all good, you'll be next year's story"
Then I said "Man, you don't even understand
Man, I'm droppin' out now, ain't no next year for me"
So I
side
It felt like a landslide. The best that I had, then I'm left with my hands dry
So now I take most from the most, and I am unfazed by who is unfazed
side
Woah, I’m still here
Even though you don’t notice
When you’re gone, I’m still here
Chasing you it feels hopeless oh
First the worst second the best
break up the pieces and does the best decide
Hit ya with that pesticide
I keep ya man, ya milli' - legacy loaded by my side
I'm killin' these wise guys
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