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See you can't handle pressure on your own
So why you carry boulders by yourself
They stole the story they tell it wrong
And glorify the horror

mama know it too
Your family put me up on game
Said you had a whole 'nother life
I've fallen for your lies
But last night everything changed
Another

I said its alright now
Yes it is

Today is the day that I'm getting down on my bendin' knees
I done cold you're mama and your family
Tell them that

9inety 9ine produced it!

I had your baby mama in a trap house
I made it official she’s mines
I’ll admit she looking like an actress
Everybody know

us when we retire
Bought us a cottage near the countryside

She would have won the Nobel Prize
And thank her mama for all the good advice
And we could

The Way The Story Goes       music and lyrics by Jeffrey Robert Adams 

 1992, 2016 Jeffrey Robert Adams
℗ 2016 Bucketstomp Productions
All Rights

the lord my soul to take
Wen death come knockin
By the way,
I put the hustle for my shoulder
Cure the pain,
The music never makes me sober
Am on the way,

I hit the wall, it finally made an impression
Sometimes I regress into my aggression
My mama said that each mistake is a lesson
But I dropped out

just loves to dance and party down
I'm dazzled by her grace
But when the spotlight's off and she's on her own 
there's a shadow across her face

I had

First things first, yeah, I thought you were a fan
You breezed right by and you let that shit ran
Runnin' like a track star, boy you won't get

Ok
Uh huh huh
Ok
Uh Huh

This feels like perfect timing
Always punching in, always grindin'
Hey Mama
I'm not alone just struggle being in my own

Want you say my name 
When you need some advice
It get lonely at night
Know I do you right
Want you say my name
When I look in yo eyes 
In I grip

I was strugglin' middle school, y'all thought it was fuckin' cool
I could give a fuck about what a dude could think of you
I'm always by your side,

But can't melt my ice

Betta take my advice
And don't roll that dice
Chances don't always come twice, When you giving into that vice

So I, I might drop

I started way too young 
Drinking whiskey for fun 
Making some habits
I should not have done

Way back then
I didn't take my mamas advice 
Too dumb

is shut your mouth
Or I'll shut it for you

I don't need your help
Can stand all by myself
What you need to do is
Fuck off now and go to hell

What

hurting me the most
Mama can't save me, she gave me advice
It was either drugs or heartbreak so I had to pick my vice
Yeah, I'm really feeling this shit

Push us some tears
Expect an ear to ear smile
We want to die
Then again, why
Dad's on the inside
Mama's on the outside
So she asked her mom for advice

Festus, m gwa gị,
Ụfọdụ buru ego oga atụọ ha handcuffs lekwa gị,
Biko abobi were nwayọ take am easy maka echi gị,

Lest I forget, cheta ihe mama gwara gị,

bout ya mama child's advice
Everybody told you 
To not leave home at night
News on fire
You heard bout me on BBC right?
Bloodstains on my face,
Surtains

And your Mamma she always knows best 
And it’s kind of a drag
And your Mamma she always knows best 
And it’s kind of a drag

The years they roll by life gets

(Banger)
What up, nephew? Man, you know what it is
I wanna start this jawn just by sayin' man, I'm so proud of you, man
But after that, it's all

some tears
‘spect an ear to ear smile
We wanna die
Then again why
Dad’s on the inside
Mama’s on the outside
So, she asked her mom for advice
She said

friends as their guests
And in her mama's wedding dress she said I do.

She did it in the name of love
She did it in the name of love
He was all she was