Lyrics:
If I hide my pride and let it all go on
Then they'll take from me 'til everything is gone
If I let them go I'll be outdone
But if I try to catch
There's no reason why she shouldn't trust me
The fact that she don't makes me mad
Can't count all the times that I begged her
Honey, just let my past be
If I hide my pride and let it all go on
Then they'll take from me 'til everything is gone
If I let them go I'll be outdone
But if I try to catch
from the 504
Live from the 504
Dro, fuck with me! yeah
Live from the 504 it's Mr crazy Flow
Jumping like a bungee, no rope
Even in the dungeon I glow
make a brick lock
Let me tell y'all some
Buddy a nigga right, buddy a nigga really cap
I'll run through the God damn apartment
Bend the block down
'Cause I need freedom, too
I break chains all by myself
Won't let my freedom rot in hell
Hey! I'ma keep running
'Cause a winner don't quit
Yeah, I go by the name of Cassidy the Hustler
And I brought two of my niggaz with me
And we about to shut the industry down
Ayo Wheezy let's get
late
(I can't keep chasing you)
(I'm taking my life back)
Caught in a chase, twenty-five to life
I don't think she understands the sacrifices that
I don't know them niggas
Nigga, why don't you roll up there with me?
Nigga, quit actin' scared
We both go up there, it's gon' look like somethin'
and it's
Just hiding my misguiding thoughts that I'm trying to kill
And I'd be writing my will before I'm twenty seven, I'll die from a thrill
Go down in
down? Nigga, holla when you see me
And let these devils be sorry for the day they finally freed me
I got a caravan of niggas every time we ride
Hittin'
live from Los Angeles
We ghetto, fabulous
Money make the world go round so let's handle this
Ghetto, fabulous
Broadcastin live from Los Angeles
talking to the wall
Yeah, you gave me my life, but its my life to live
Maybe I don't wanna live it like you did, Twenty years ago"
He was built with
And if you don't believe me, ask your dad (put that down)
And if you don't believe him, ask your mom (you can ask)
She'll tell you how she does 'em all
twenty-six year-old skinny Cartman (goddamn it)
An anti-Backstreet and Ricky Martin
Whose instinct's to kill *NSYNC, don't get me started
These fuckin'
And if you don't believe me, ask your dad (put that down)
And if you don't believe him, ask your mom (you can ask)
She'll tell you how she does 'em all
know where I'm comin' from
Survival of the fittest, and I'll admit it's vicious
I testify as a witness
Let me say this first for what it's worth
to the mirror in the bathroom
Look!
She's coming in here
I can't live through each slow century of her moving
I let my cheek slide down
The cool smooth tile
the time
I owe her all I can 'cause she made me understand
The simple way that we should live our lives.
(Chorus)
Let me tell you now she can eat her
Let me tell you 'bout a girl I know
She is my baby and she lives next door
Every mornin' 'fore the sun comes up
She brings me coffee in my favorite
fin' to ride
Put down the top, now we flossin'
Hit the freeway, let the wind blow, drop the window
Workin' with a twenty sack of Indo, feelin' good
ridin' with us
Or gettin' rolled on
That means Detroit versus everybody
Hey Em
Let me get that instrumental, take it down to the hood
Let the little
hand, now and forever
Where I stand, how can you live and let die?
Young man, look in the mirror
Take my hand and don't you ever let go
(Take my hand,
down grands and submission
I don't back track, every single sound for me different
I don't own no ice, just got clean rap
Don't ever two step, I just
Discuss these dont let me down live from australia by matchbox twenty Lyrics with the community:
Report Comment
We're doing our best to make sure our content is useful, accurate and safe.
If by any chance you spot an inappropriate comment while navigating through our website please use this form to let us know, and we'll take care of it shortly.
Attachment
You need to be logged in to favorite.
Log In