Lyrics:
This thing called life
Ain’t always easy baby
I’ll probably see the world before I see myself
The way you see me baby
If life a bitch then she got
the girl he proudly called his wife
I found my ideals about love in the honour of his fight
He stood by the ones that he loved and by him we stood tight
You
Man doesn't live by bread alone but every word that proceed out the mouth of God
That's the reason that we're here in the first place
Adam (Mankind)
I don't even know if I'm going to drop this shit man
Crazy
Uh
So for the start
It's the beginning of March
Going through it with my girl so I can't
seein' his mama struggle
He grew up 'round his brothers, no sister (ha), or cousin (ha)
No daddy (ha), no uncle (ha), just mama (ha), and nothin'
Man
Along about eighteen and twenty-five
I left Tennessee very much alive
I never would have made it through the Arkansas mud
If I hadn't been
was tripping like dominos
The man at the door was like hurry up vamanos
Heart racing like I went for a run
When I opened the door
I was greeted by
Uh yeah Soul control total control
Yeah soul control total control
Its for that 2020 man twin 20 in the buildin
And I am Negus Nimrod check it out
covered her ears
We'll have you runnin', man
I hope you're an athlete 'Cause, dude
You just went down the wrong backstreet
Now I'm a bit confused
'cause
Changed my mind man
Gotta get the cash, gotta get the dough
Gotta keep my flow
Gotta get the cash, gotta get the dough
Gotta keep my flow
so called friends dey want make I slack
Now watch how I switch it up yeah
Bad lil' bitch finna suck this dick
Yeah I knew she bad when she swallowed my
Ain't no love in Oakland, bitch
Niggas always talkin bout 'I love you'
But ain't no love, bitch
Now it's a shame, I can't be saved by John
(I'm not going economy, no way)
Jheeze, ayy, hahaha
Ayy, mummy
(I'm claiming it, man)
Claim it, Amen
(I'm claiming it)
Claim it, haha
(I said,
When the sun set low in the blood red sky, yeah
Every house called out as we passed them by, yeah
She would grab my hand as the trees leaned in, yeah
from 100 by 7s and forwards by 3s
They look at each other and shrug
Okay man, one exit down there's a truck stop
Officially, that's the end of our
Lost in the depth of the straw man fallacy
Where none can leave a legacy
Identity quests are now aimless, roaming urban faceless
Jakes on dirty
do me right
they can be 21 or 20 years old
long as they got I.D.
Man I dont need no troubles
there might be two walkin over nice and real slow
they
Of course we copy, twenty four hours a day, in color
You wouldn't believe me if I told you the rest
The man sitting by me who was barely dressed
Flew off
of beat downs and rebounds
Concrete street sound
Shootin' by C-town
Nowadays these new dudes is tampons
The type to hustle right in front they man's
the war
All the gods spat
They gathered around and spat in a vat
Guarded by a man named Kvasir
Luke warm green bubbles and TheO drank
On both shoulders
I
a gun just to rap or even think about pointing it at someone to show that you scrap
What the fuck is that man
I have a plan just follow me and get hit by
the progressive realization of a worthy ideal
Rollo May, the distinguished psychiatrist, wrote a wonderful book called Man's Search for Himself
And in this book, he
really know what was just going on
As I got older, I started to understand
Every single day, I had been raped by that man
Offering me meals and disguising
(Welcome valued customer)
This man called me on the phone think he's Scooter Braun
Three months later we doing business find he's fraudulent
30 racks
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