Lyrics:
why I'm always trying
To make her smile with the small things
A little time
A nice bag, a nice heel the right car
Make it a verse so my baby
Could up
Feels good to be black today
Ain’t it so fucking good to be black today?
Woke up in the morning, message from the president
He said they shooting all
I see your skin bump up
And the hairs on your arms jump up
I get the same feeling girl
When I'm by your side
And when we kiss, girl, our souls collide
the bass is mentioned like I had bad intentions
Listen, I thought love was given
So for you I did those things that were missing
Never have to say please
outlined on the floor
You got hit by the .44!
You're in the game called life, son, how you're living it
Street corner kids growing up blowing up
You
world but never been to Florida
They holdin' my shit, all winter
By the time the shit drop, I done already been there
The game's fucked, a thousand
planet
I'll do my own thing
Then turn around and pat myself on the back (for doing good)
I don't need nobody else
I'm gon' do it by myself
Say what
young ladies that's drivin' Miss Daisy
Drivin' me crazy, rock the beat baby!
Hop up out the 'eer, she beat up the payment
I don't give a 'eer, baby he
Now I've seen places and faces
And things you ain't never thought about thinkin'
If you ain't peeped then you must be drinkin' and smokin'
Tell us what you want, we'll give you what you need
Just show respect for your daddy, little girl,
You know you never bite the hand that feeds.
Your
system don't give a fuck about you
Everybody gonna die, gonna go one day, maybe it'll happen on a Monday
Drop into work and get hit by a Hyundai, fuck
up game
Some things, when I look, how they never gonna change
It ain't a thing, niggas wild, then I'm cockin' that thing
'Cuz you know with every
side
I never had a girl make me feel like you
And every day I wake up, I feel brand new
I live for you and I'll die for you too
I love you girl
room in that trailer for two, babe
I can't find a band-aid that
Gives me an answer
That shines any light on the way things went
I get by on my own time
The things you grab will never last you
Once they get you in their hold
What once were your slaves become your masters
They burn you up and leave you
But I learned me a lesson
That I never will forget again
I've done give up drinking I've give up bars
And running around the country in souped up
thing
The show can begin
I'm falling asleep to dream
No more hills to climb it seems
Money won't help you to win a new look at things
You never give
satisfaction in life
By bringing up their children to bring up their children to do the same thing
So it's all retch, and no vomit, it never gets there
In Jesus name I wish somebody would just give him some praise
In the name of Jesus, is there anybody that could open up their mouth
And just begin
Yop cmon
I can give a fuck if a nigga out here hating ima still shine
Bitches tryna stalk ain't Tony Hawk but I still grind
If I ever said I miss my
I just wanna kick this shit off by sayin' fuck y'all
I ain't gotta clear my name on a motherfuckin' thing
Every time I get mentioned, one of y'all
And the sets go up
And the sets go up
Hey homie, you don't wanna get familiar with us
Fuckin' over you would give me and my niggaz a rush
I'm sick of all you
Billy's back workin his job by day
Sleep'n nights it ain't so bad
Never liked stealin anyway
Kinda gives a guy the willies
Boney and Ma got a new cafe
Badman's woman with that look in her eye
You stop to wonder as she passes by
Something inside you is never the same
Something outside you is
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