Lyrics:
needs (Jesus, Lord)
Sittin' by myself, I'm just thinkin'
About all I've been through, I wish I was dreaming (Jesus)
Man, it's hard to be an angel
black frat song
Enjoy your fame, it ain't gonna last long
Pretty soon you'll get your just deserts
The brothers always boo you, and we know it hurts
Now
staring in these brown eyes
At least I recognized
Though it hurts me to admit
I'm a perfect imperfection
With a heart of good intent
But it
It keeps
Yeah, I pull up to my town with a price on my head
I pull up to my town, I'm outside
They wanna see me drown, it's on sight's what they said
I
Yeah
There’s something different about You baby
And I don’t know how to Explain it I’ve been hurt so much but
You make it feel better
I’ve been hurt
records as well
Nas, the alleged ring leader of it, is furious at Tupac
Excuse me Makaveli's verbal a**ault
On Mobb Sleep, Notorious B.I.G. and several
eyes
At least I recognized
Though it hurts me to admit
I'm a perfect imperfection
With a heart of good intent
But it
It keeps stressing me
It stressing
It hurts me that some people think they gonna live forever
Time is winding down I must say for the record
Specially if you brown and gifted like
needs (Jesus, Lord)
Sittin' by myself, I'm just thinkin'
About all I've been through, I wish I was dreaming (Jesus)
Man, it's hard to be an angel
think can happen next? After you're done havin sex?
Too much of ignorance, not enough intellence
Mahn me NOT against sex, but too many DJ
talk sex but
unheard
I contemplate what it deserves
Choice of words too important for expose nerves
Black lives matter
We can agree on nouns and verbs
Matter fact lets
I need some space for my space shit
Ever seen a bad bitch on a spaceship
It's something to love
I'm on my beam me up
I'm still too hot touch
Its some
running game, simulation on the weak
Won't live by a standard just handed to me
Demanded from me, taught you how the game go
You Went and flipped it on me
at the situation they got me facin'
I can't live a normal life, I was raised by the state
So I gotta be down with the hood team
Too much television watching, got
too fat
Destroying one another with heavy metal gats
Martin Luther wouldn't wanted it this way
Malcolm X saying violence on ourselves is far from
with nobody
If I hurt I ain't know you was by me
I ain't mean it and I promise that I’m sorry
I swear I’m sorry
You are not I
I'm too fly
You too plane
a rug
Bitch niggas want to know if it's true
Let me tell you motherfuckers who you listening too
Its the I dot get shot C E
Big D reload flip the clip
thing I knew to a father was one of my high school coaches
So yes, it's easy for me to say because I've been there
Just like you, young with way too many
Now these doors don't open til after dark
And it ain't til twelve 'til the party really starts
(Yo me and my crew had to be in by ten
Right
Look at me i'm doing things
I'm big time i'm flat broke
Troubadour my head hurts
Doing things doing things
Broke, Stressed, Hopeless
Fresh out
help me close the World in Your generation"
Can't you see the fire in my Heart?
I have no defense
I'm not afraid to chase the dark
Or live without regret
They screamin’ all lives matter I say prove it to me
They screamin’ all lives matter I’ll believe it when I see it
They screamin’ all lives matter
you can blame it on that
That smile, your eyes, they got me too
Captured me, when I see you
And I won't ever hurt you, no
Just please don't ever go
it all night long
Bust out the L7
Then I turn to street songs
She claim to be a super freak
Don't take too long
Got another one coming by the end
Discuss these it hurts me too live by savoy brown Lyrics with the community:
Report Comment
We're doing our best to make sure our content is useful, accurate and safe.
If by any chance you spot an inappropriate comment while navigating through our website please use this form to let us know, and we'll take care of it shortly.
Attachment
You need to be logged in to favorite.
Log In