Lyrics:
Methodist
Life ain't like a bowl of cherries,
There's too little laughter and too much sorrow.
It's more like a jar of jalapenos,
Cause what you do
wanna be a man today
I don't wanna be a Christian, Muslim, gay, straight, or bi, see you later, bye
Not perceived by the things I believe or the color
you're by my side
I feel my heart is open wide and brand new
Ooh, ooh, ooh
Everything's gonna be alright
'cause we have so much sun inside
So baby, it's
gone by
I would be there when you cried
your shoulder
I was there when you needed me
you know you could depend on me
so what happened well
Now I'm
the day that I'm not around?
I hope you love me as much as I love you
I ain't mean to break your heart, but baby, that's what thugs do
Nothing in
I'm not tryin' to start anything
By comin' up to you tonight
I know that he's yours now
It's sinkin' in with time
But tonight I've had to much
a broken femur too
The doctors put a rod
Throughout his leg
A couple months to need a crutch
But to Dirty Joe that ain't that much
Cause now he's
with them guys that society begrudges
We been thuggin' worldwide got arenas buzzin'
We survived gettin' fronted by Ilena cousin
Before you could sell
to the point you so sure that
All the attention in the club is yours
Got your hair done up, shades Christian Dior
Leave us, trade a little happy on your
She packed my bags last night, preflight
Was zero hour, nine a.m.
And I'm gonna be high
High as a kite by then
I miss the earth so much
I miss
She packed my bags last night, pre-flight
Was zero hour, nine a.m.
And I'm gonna be high
High as a kite by then
I miss the earth so much
I
days
Tryna convince me it get better, naw, naw, naw, naw
I'd be lyin' if I didn't say I really miss my dawgs
It's so much of pain in us, always feel
Curtis Jackson known for creatin' action
By rapidly clappin' nigga I stay strapped
So much I nickname gats
Got a tech I call Tina, a nine I name Nina
Two
love so much
But so what, I'm sleazy it's not easy being Joe Smut
With more bucks than you can count, more than what's in your clutch
I could fund
Kids are making angels in the snow
Magic tricks by uncle Joe
You can feel the loving in the air
Family coming in from everywhere
Grandma sitting
the grave
I ain't got too much trouble cause we livin' in the last days
Crime pays, doing broads can get you AIDS, gotta wear a strap these
Days
All
sale
Sold much coke, got coke in jail
In the white Rolls Royce with my man Pharrell
This lil' nigga got beats too fresh to be stale
But I'ma take you
by the fact
Nigga's telling too much
It's a shame how these nigga's
Always jelling in such
You can't handle the truth
The words that we speak
It's time
nigga's pockets
I'm layin' 'em down
(Gimme that) And I ain't stoppin' 'till
You trapped in the safe
Now my base ain't safe so
We could skip three states
to you saying you can do much better
And now you want that quick fix again
I told you ain't fuckin' with no average joe
your fuckin' with a rockstar,
to love me like Nelson
I went to Robben's Island analysing, that's where his cell is
So I could find clarity—like, how much you cherish me?
Is this
lovin'
Talk so much I'm in a flux
Ya just cant make up your mind
Executin' dreams ain't easy
Justa wastin' precious time
Talk is cheap your words
[Chorus: Mr. Probz]
My feet are tired
And the pain shows
There's such a long way to go now
Such a long way to go
Gotta be strong
By myself now
together
Before it all got hype
I was in the core of the Apple before it got ripe
So I ain't gotta act like
I'm on top of, or in front of them
If I'm
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