Lyrics:
Somehow
Written by: Zeke Listenbee, Listen2Him Publishing, BMI
Artist: DeWayne Woods
[VERSE:]
There were times when I thought I’d surely die
I felt
you bless me one more time
I know you got my back
I’m grateful
For that
I got my feet on the ground
Hands to the sky
Lord can you bless me one more time
I was sick sick so sick time around
I use to live down town down in trucker town
I was the baddest, baddest, baddest around
But there were fifteen
Maceo - Nextel Chirp
For all you player haters out there,
You've tuned into the sounds of the Southern Style DJ's
(yup)
You've tuned into
Maceo - Nextel Chirp
For all you player haters out there,
You've tuned into the sounds of the Southern Style DJ's
(yup)
You've tuned into
chimes, Sign of the no-Times
I make a killin', talkin' willin' got the feelin'
All my skill and functions are modulations as I break trends
Meetin' ends
I never once said fuck grime,
The clock kept ticking I just moved with the times.
I'm smarter that's why I do better,
So don't act clever,
The in
Wussuh, wussuh?
What's crackin' nigga? Chillin'
Where ya punk ass nigga at?
He in the trap, ya know
Oh yeah? Yeah, come through
Dat's what it is
and spirit
Though I aspire to live before I dry and wither
Ain't it a thang, how once you feel on top of the world
And the next all hope is gone and you six
Aceyalone (spoken):
Excuse me, sir
Whose microphone is this?
"I think it's that guy over there"
This guy over here?
Excuse me, is this you're
says that
I lost my head when he gave me the ring
What a godawful thing to sing!"
Your girlfriends say it all the time
But your mama says it, too
But
left inside?
So where do we go when there's nowhere left to crawl?
And what do we do when we thought we knew it all?
Now we're surrounded by a world
for a job
But I get no offers
Just a come-on from the whores
On Seventh Avenue
I do declare
There were times when I was so lonesome
I took some
As I Was Drivin' Through Las Vegas
By the way of Farnsworth Road,
There was a pretty dame, so I asked her name,
And said she carried quite a load.
I'm 'bout to die
This is my last time to testify
And after that there was no reply
Put that on double glocks (Shit)
"What did you say your name
faucet I don't stunt on shit get more checks
He be on my line
I be on my time
He a nursery rhyme
Got shows to do
In the studio I play to win
You be in
and thinks of all the
Precious times that they once had
Whenever she feels like she is all alone
Her dad is right there by her side
Singing country songs
bitches suckin dick for a high
Niggas writin statements just to get by
Money conversations equal the time to put in the work and get paid for some rhymes
Aye, man, y'all know the deal
I don't think y'all ready for this one
VVS's drippin'
Diamonds they be glistenin'
Sprite and codeine, I be mixin' it
bitch sideways
And my new bitch my ex
I need check, check, check, checks
I swear Grizz stay in that gym
Cuz he flex flex flex flex
I gotta get it by all
Now let me explain without sounding too preachy
God is the fire he's burning the city nobody repenting
I know that Im sinning
But that ain't the image
the dick, he catch the hands
Shoutout to Friend, He flippin them grams
Gotta make money, we running them scams, yeah
Just got topped off by a preppy, they
the player on the block
With the rocks and the cocks
And the cops be tryna catch him
But he move by a lot
We linked and hit a party of a high school friend
got me on the ceiling
You might feel me by the ending
I made a living with a drug addiction
Started off stealing prescriptions
10 on Percocet 5 sitting
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