Lyrics:
stayin'
'Cause I couldn't face the day if you weren't here by my side
And if you went away then I'd be left without any pride
I've given up on schemes
draw attention from the powers
That preside over our minds and our lives,
When they find what I want is the deadliest weapon; that is truth.
Day by
yeah
Every day wakin' up knowin' it's not enough
Every day wakin' up go and get it bruh
God is blessing Reed with a need to overachieve yeah
Every
On this old rock pile with a ball and chain
They call me by a number not a name, Lord, Lord
Gotta do my time, gotta do my time
With an aching heart
like my last change
She's just praying that I'll settle down maybe one day
She wants another grandkid before she gets to old age
I'm taking my time
stupid and fruitless
And the rumor is most of you will quit
I wanna improve on my old self but I'm probably just a spoof of him
And this is proof of it
My
kids grew up and had children of their own and promised
To look after us when we were old
Running for the bus where we first met
Good morning
to a different farm
For a while, life was good for Mr. Chewbacca
He was doing good for himself
He was growing old
Having fun
Living in peace finally
Then one day
the ravens come
(Time is deceiving, soon we are leaving)
The final curtain falls
(Take me back to the good old days,
Isn’t that what we all say?)
Can you tell
Waiting on June
Well time flew by like they said it would
Yeah the kids grew fast and the farm did good
Mrs. Bertha made our supper everyday
At noon
In time
I'll be hanging on your nightstand by myself
And I gather dust alone on your shelf
'Cause every single day I wanna blame myself
I'm with
'cause I'm too classy
Connect like Wi-Fi
This whole life, I
Stick by them values, these the joints I'ma die by
Speak truth, why lie?
Good news, my vibe
I
the day
No quarter, No parley
Maynard's sizing up our chains
Good sailors, dried gnarly
end their days in a rusty cage
Scuppers laying low with silver,
the day
No quarter, No parley
Maynard's sizing up our chains
Good sailors, dried gnarly
end their days in a rusty cage
Scuppers laying low with silver,
with Jesus by your side
Death of the cross, buried in a tomb, on the third day resurrection
He did all this for you
Forgiveness of are sins he is
an exam
Why am I always stuck in my own mind
Sometimes I wish I could just rewind
Back to the good old days not feeling like this
Pessimistic thoughts
flaws go right by me
That means I can't see em
We met in the DM
Trust just takes some time
Out your day
This ain't no NFL NBA
Shawty I don't really like
My mama told me to let by Gones be by Gones
That pussy good but I don't think it's worth to die for
That's cause you turn evil when you with yo
to talk
And now I can't reach you for days
Used to be good enough boy
For us to just chill at my place, but
Now you need mansions, valet
And girls climbing
all
And by the model of my vehicle
You know that I ball
E92, but '91 the year that Tyler was spawned
And if I crash
I'm owing wheels like I'm a Vaughn
Lights up on Washington Heights, up at the break of day
I wake up and I got this little punk I gotta chase away
Pop the grate at the crack of dawn,
day, it's a new life for me
Yeah, it's a new dawn, it's a new day, it's a new life for me
Ooh, and I'm feeling good
Fish in the sea, you know what I
that time flies by on the good days (yeah)
But I've gotta move on, from all that good pain
And get paid or get saved from the
heartache (heartache)
When
And these days I don't need no favors
Nigga we made it!
You already know man
Phone call back to the old hood see whats going on
Br br, nigga we made it
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