Lyrics:
teardrops
I got to see my way around
Get out my eyes teardrops
I got to see my way around
Get out my life, heartaches
Nothin' but heartaches by the pound
to wit' me
But you did, now I'm going all out kid
And I got mad love to give, you my nigga
You're all (you're all)
I need
To get by (you're all, all
living my life
Get yourself a wife
Get yourself a job
You're living a dream
Don't you be a slob
Leave
Me again
Don't hang out
In my den
Gonna buy me a bucket and a hammer of nails
Board up the windows and head for the trails
And that's what I get for sticking my chin out
Well a kick
brains on the back of a white shirt
While they playin' some old school shit by Al and Bert
(To all my bitches that smell like perfume, Dirt McGirt be
with my third eye
Like the blue in the sky
If God is a D.J, life is a dance floor
love is the rhythm,you are the music
If God is a D.J, life is
to my wish--yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah
Get up, get out
And do somethin'
Don't let the days of your life pass you by
You got to
Get up, get out
And do
by desire
'Cause it's not enough just to stand outside the fire
We call them strong
Those who can face this world alone
Who seem to get by on their
with my third eye
Like the blue in the sky
If God is a DJ, life is a dance floor
Love is the rhythm,you are the music
If God is a DJ, life is
passes by
I'm going to get some life back into my life
I'm ready to move out in front
I've had enough of just passing by life
With the rest of them
all the years in the past
Let's go one more night
Get away from the blind side of life
Honey, I want you to be by my side
Me and my back door
Now and then, a loser wins
Gets a winning hand, now and then
Once in a while the angels smile
And someone's life turns out just right
Now
somethin' for these bad bitches too
I mean paparazzi on me tryin' not to get caught out
They always seem to catch me with the woman that I brought out
Baby
am a God
I am a God
I am a God
I am a God
Hurry up with my damn massage
Hurry up with my damn ménage
Get the Porsche out the damn garage
I am
You in my freak dreams
You in my freak dreams
Bad bitch, you dig that
Get stacks, drive cars
Whip out, bitch out
Tits out, oh shit
My dick out
'Cause it don't matter how they lay me down
Just see they bury me out by mama's apple tree
And send my body back to my home town
Well, my mama was
I lit out from Reno,
I was trailed by twenty hounds
Didn't get to sleep that night
'Till the morning came around.
Set out runnin' but I take my
and coffee with the underbelly
His life's on the line with anxiety now
She had enough and he had plenty
Somebody get me out of there
Anybody get me out
with my third eye
Like the blue in the sky
If God is a DJ, life is a dance floor
Love is the rhythm, you are the music
If God is a DJ, life is
diamonds from the sea
Get me diamonds from the sea
I want henny the lean the liquor
But my Gucci's double seemed
I'm like Bert I'm up in Russia
Whilst she's
move around
Look down at my toes and I can still see the ground
Give me that country side of life
Where I can stretch out right
Give me the country
(You're all I need to get by, ah)
(You're all I need to get by, ah)
Like sweet morning dew
I took one look at you
And it was plain to see
You
to wit' me
But you did, now I'm going all out kid
And I got mad love to give, you my nigga
You're all (you're all)
I need
To get by (you're all, all
the life of a hustler, high 'til I die
Meeting bitches, getting riches, miss me with lies
Picture me living out my life as a busta
I'd rather pop out
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