Lyrics:
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I can't get used to livin' without, livin' without
Livin' without you by my side
I don't want to live alone, hey
God knows, got to make it
down, my heart fell through the floor
Watching 'em run through your mama's front door
Yeah, life just keeps changin' just a little bit more
Every
A figure sitting cross-legged on the floor, he's
Clogged and clothed in saffron robes, his beads are all he owns
Slow down, slow down
Someone must have
my life
I think I'm gonna quit and change my ways
Settle down and live an honest day
Someone said that crime don't pay
But I gotta 'nuff to live on
I
right across from hell
I can't cry 'cause it's home now
I'm just a nigga on his own now, livin' life thug style
So I can't smile, writin' to my peoples
matters not
If I should live or die
'Cause I'm only left with my own jealousy
Lord
For givin' me all of them
To get me by
Take my money, take my rings
I'd trade it all for just three things
Good friends, good whiskey, and good
And you might have to crawl even after you walk
Had sure things blow up in my face
Seen the longshot, win the race
Been knocked down by the slamming door
ladies
Now on, I'm gonna be my own best friend
Right ladies? Yes
I left a note in the hallway
By the time you read it, I'll be far away
I'm far away
love, love me good
Sometimes I feel like
I'm afraid of my own shadow and then
Sometimes I can feel as bold as Genghis Khan
But I could never live in
If I had a kingdom I would give up my throne
I would live in a shanty or a castle I would own
I'd preach or I'd steal I would lie or be true
For
floor by floor
Talk shit, I send 'em door by door
Made for the Snow White life, four by fours my nigga
I'm from a big city
Tryna make a living
the corner.
Close to the end, down by a river.
Seasons will pass you by.
I get up, I get down.
III. I Get Up, I Get Down
Anderson/Howe
In her white lace
You
own".
And her friends they've all gone back to their lives,
Thinking she will be alright,
As she races through the night to make it home.
The door
whispers her name
And all the lonesome years
Water turns to whiskey
I drown in my own tears
Down by the river
I see my life in flames
Down by
Crime, life, bitches, money, time
For my Braveheart's, my Braveheart's
Uh, uh, uh, what, what, what?
One time, two times
From 'Breaking Atoms'
One more risk to take
Gotta live my life
Like there's one more move to make
One more road to cross
One more risk to take
Gotta live my life
I'm alive and I'm out here on my own
I'm alive and I'm comin' home
Old buckskin jacket you always wore
Hangs on the back of my bedroom door
Boots
To call my life my own, yet stand by my side
I know I don't let you know enough
Don't let love show enough, don't let you be strong
Oh, tell me why we
cry 'cause it's on now
I'm just a nigga on his own now, living life thug style
So I can't smile, writing to my peoples when they ask for pictures
even if I gotta
Fuck, suck and swallow in the parking lot
Gonzales Park, I'm followed by a married man, a father of three
My titties bounce
of youth my mother took sick
And I was brought up by my brother
The iron ore poured as the years passed the door
The drag lines an' the shovels they was
me
We've come a long way since H.O.C. (watch)
I live by the beat, I die by the beat, since 1990, I (I)
Live by the beat, I die by the beat, like
of youth my mother took sick
And I was brought up by my brother
The iron ore poured as the years passed the door
The drag lines an' the shovels they was
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