Lyrics:
tried and I've tried
To get you out my mind
But it don't get no better
As each day goes by
And I'm lost and confused
I've got nothin' to lose
Hope
It don't feel, it don't feel, I don't feel it no more
Things don't feel right over here
Lately I ain't been seein' clear
It don't feel right, it
it'll always be
I thank the good Lord I've got you
In times like these
The rich keep getting richer
The poor barely get by
Farmer Johnson says it's
arrived. So, we got absolutely f'king smashed to
smithereens on the plane, right! Get's off the plane, staggers through customs, "Allright, excuse..." oh no,
Aftermath, gettin' money
West Coast get ya ass up
You know what this is
Crusin' down the street
Watchin' biatches roll by pimpin'
You, that's all I
Live it up written
by Creedence Johnson
Creedence johnson on vocals and guitar.
Josh Johnson on guitar
Nicotine and pain medication
Got my
(white)
Fuck a peace sign, you gon' get hit one time (bah, bah, bah)
I get that fish scale, turn it to hard white (white)
Live by the street life, that's
take over his fleet
Aye, sounds like a mighty fine plan indeed
I remember counting down the days to me own father's death
I've got daddy issues (Oh, you
over a year
Sell ounces and bars from my golf cart
Gimme a nod I'll sort you out clart
By the time I've got to the ninth tee
I've usually sold about half
on butt and all over her trunk
I'm a clusterfuck with luck that just had bust open for us
I will trust the truck that don't get stuck in muck with such
nothing to me
Cause I've gotta get it again
Go get it again
I gotta stick to the plan
I got the world in my hands
You know the brand
Only my brothers can
Brand new clothes I had to make sure that the Glock fit it
Brand new hoe she want the Johnson I can't rock wit it
Brand new stove my uncle got it
eatin' by the fishes
I be really doin' this shit got me shootin' with percision
Like how Klay and Curry did it
And I hope I'm never missin'
Still will
Money long it don't fold up
Let me get some gin pour up
Got some bomb weed roll up
Niggas got their gang thrown' up
These niggas got their game, they
hot but the flow cold
Flip rocks by the boatload O.G. no see see me drift off get ya nodoz
Zip-loc full of dro tow big glocks on the hip cocked try
speak
I speak the truth
Something you don't ever do
I've heard cap insides the raps that you get featured on
I know for a damn fact I turned my
Goodwill loves me Macklemore than you
I've got flat screen TVs, with skate videos on repeat
All the latest CDs, mp3s, and Beats by Dre
Thank you very
looking like frank lucas
Feeling like the oxy man
J&J Johnson and Johnson yea
Itching, I can get a scratch for that
Nothing dead over here
that's why
have but I'm still like Dwayne Johnson solid as a Rock
Sometimes I'm like my mother, then again I'm like my father
Lazy and arrogant, but can still put
Down by four, you gotta score, throw up a rocket
cs time runs out, toe taps down
Wow, he caught it!
Grab a helmet and pads it's time to get rumblin'
I am simply over-hated
I am Greatness, motherfucker, I cannot over state it
And I'm sure by now, my welcome, I've gone and over stayed it
So I stay
me
When I grow up
I want to be like you exactly (exactly)
And as soon as I get over this acne
There's no way anybody coulda stop me
Me gravitate
I've been driving by the ocean
I've been Sipping on this potion
It got me feeling so emotional
The waves they go
I'm trying to get over you
I've
alive
Like they're cattle being slaughtered all repeatedly by a knife!
Until I finally get my sanity back without any regrets
From my homicidal behavior I
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