Lyrics:
want to feel like myself again
Not smothered by hospital blue
With each mistake, take a heavy fall
To mend my ways, I must be sure
The time has come,
give you parachutes, I just wanna have some fun
Takeoff on the dirt runway, no concrete
Your chaos is the only way to my peace
I've got no sympathy
always, get my dick sucked on the highway
Verse Three: Eightball, MJG
My way (pimp til I dieee) fuck a hoe
Unless that hoe is breakin me off some
have to do is realize
That IT ALL GOES BY, yes IT ALL GOES BY
What do you say?
I'll meet you halfway
I know that we can work it out, make things OK
Hey!
Can I play for you baby
Hey yo Woody help me out yeah
Hey yo Jazz you chill for a minute ya know?
Uh uh uh yeah
You like that?
Goin'
the
Words to say to you
That will appease your mind
Thought you would know by now
But you should know by now
That I don't wanna wait, forever is upon us
Wait
wouldn't have it any other way
See you here, see you there
Such is life it isn't fair
Want to laugh, want to cry
Want to scream and see you die
Can
way
Ah badidi padi way
Dipadipadidi Padidipadi way
Every day I hustle make you bless my way
Every day I grind make you bless my way
Omo what is life
nightmares when im by myself
Bitch I need some help
Terrified I leave my mind and be somebody else
See these walls are a prison and they meant to keep me in
could do that, but I'm stuck in crap
Dwelling Loveless
Enough to make a kid insane
Help, I don't need it
I'm just making my way
They want my waves
I want
the call
I won’t go gentle into that good night
I’ve been surrounded by sirens on my way to you
Promising tempting lies and seducing oaths
Help me out
new
You went your way and I went mine
And our lives seldom cross but when they do
Can't help rememberin' all of the times
When love was new
When
Dipadipadidi Padidipadi way
Everyday i hustle make you bless my way
Everyday i grind make you bless my way
Omo what is life without the money
What is life
As I walk down the highway all I do is sing this song,
And a train that's passin' my way helps the rhythm move along
There is no doubt about
Sometimes I try to do things
And it just doesn't work out the way I want it to
And I get real frustrated
And like, I try hard to do it
And I
on the way to Damascus
It's like we huddle up, had control of the ball, let 'em sack us
Now they overtax us as if they want to collapse us
Don't be diluted
know that Santa's on his way
He's loaded lots of toys and goodies on his sleigh
And every mother's child is gonna spy
To see if reindeer really know
is not clever
Never far from the hood, even in the Sticks
Couple wrong turns, get dash out ya whip
By some little skinny kid
Think he big with
know that Santa's on his way
He's loaded lots of toys and goodies on his sleigh
And every mother's child is gonna spy
To see if reindeer really know
lookin' at you,
That thing is good, good good good
I can't help myself around you,
I wanna do everything
I ain't gonna front, I'm up front
Blatant 'bout
I walked this road, never alone
Followed the way I was shown
Had no fear of the outside
But only now I realize
Oooh, this life is
Oooh, a trial by
was 13 years ago
And now I can't even see the taillights
My own way (My own way)
My own way (My own way)
Got to help forget all yesterday
Well I would
(Wait, is it Malloy?)
I don't know what to feel these days
Lately, I've been feeling all kinds of ways
I got no one by my side to help me numb my
collectin' pay is the way of the world
Can't change it, so I guess I'm gon' pray for the world
Sometimes I ask myself, was I made for the world?
I scream
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