Lyrics:
they see me now) yeah
I'm steps away, I can't stop now (I can't)
No, I won't let you waste my time (yeah)
Surrounded by some millionaires (oh-whoa)
the occasion
It doesn't matter about the situation
Any race black white or asian
let's just have a good time
We only live once yeah that's no lie
Put your hands
(myles goodwyn)
Published by northern goody two tunes, ltd./capac - ascap
Each moment's just a reflex
Response is just a motion
The pressure never
Yeah, yeah
Watch out
[Chorus x2]
Ain't no running from
Karma, and no running
Ain't no running from
Karma, and no running
I'm the caboose
Yeah, yeah
Watch out
[Chorus: Repeat x2]
Ain't no running from
Karma, ain't no running
Ain't no running from
Karma, ain't no running
I'm
Alright, alright let's go
(Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey)
(Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey)
Hey, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
It's
child why don't you
Take my hand and we'll live in love forever
Yeah take my hand ooh, we'll be alone you and me yeah
Take my hand girl
We'll live
'bout to take your ass to school, nigga
Show you how to move, nigga, we live by no rules, nigga
Ohh, uh, one to the two, yuh
Million dollars on me
song
But I can't keep singing this all, all over again
I rise and I fall, I'm alive in the dawn
By the night, I'm a zombie
I'm calling, crawling
I tried
another night I'm sippin muddy slow
Want to live that junkie life yeah I'm a fucking pro
I'm a show you yeah
Yeah
Yeah im a show you yeah
I've been doing
You just copped yourself a brand new whip
You poor thing i know you wanna live just like this
It feels good don’t it
Oh yeah yeah yeah
I bet it feels
Yeah
I live by these words that I'm writing
Living with the fire in these songs that I'm writing
Put the pen to the paper now the fire reigniting
the groovy swinging guy
With the rock and roll banjo band
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
The way he plays that thing
It makes my poor heart ring
I'm gonna marry
the groovy swinging guy
With the rock and roll banjo band
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
The way he plays that thing
It makes my poor heart ring
I'm gonna marry
This for the ones
(Never had none and never been bought)
Live by the gun
(Die by the gun, rifle sun)
Grind for the Ghost
(World for my girl,
no more)
Yes I know poor
I know poor
(Yeah)
Ain't goin back
Matter of fact
Id rather be tired when I wake up
Any friend of misery has been a friend
I’m waiting by the phone Afraid to be myself Afraid to be alone But every time it rains (yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah) I know it’s good to be
thought I had it in control, It's useless
To take a bull by the horns and expect to live
But all I want, Is the image to be clear
That the night has come
Yeah! Another funky song for your mind in the nine-two
And the nine-three, P-Dog in the motherfuckin' house!
Bout to get it started
Bout to get it
time
I put me on melody, she take it standard
This shit crazy
I fuck with a bitch and I lay
Out in the sun and I live and I lay me
I'm in the heat and I
Hmm
New Patek on my wrist
White diamonds, them shits hit pink
I'm ready
New Patek on my wrist (yeah)
White diamonds and them shits hit pink
Mind
Yeah she's prolly my spec
There's somn' bout the way that she steps
Walking by faith and not sight
And she no dey quick vex
She be chasing her
Alien
King Bison
Yeah
Shoutout Killavic
Shoutout Killavic Baby
Came in the game in the clutch
Claiming a name that they trust
Man ain't shit to us
wonder if I'm dead or alive
Poor momma can't control me
Quit tryin' to save my soul, I want to roll with my homies
A tickin' timebomb, an't nobody fade
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