Lyrics:
You know I won't go
That's why you treat me this way
I want to be happy
Though it hurts me so bad
Don't know what it is that keeps me coming back
'cause i heard my baby saying
She's gonna be leaving me
Bad days must be on my tracks
'cause i heard my baby saying
She won't be coming back
Bad days
Only a child, bringin another child on this earth
Only 15 years of age
But comin from the ghetto, it won't make the front page
See, that's
and I got to meet Jay-Z and he said
"Oh, you a real soulful dude"
And he, uh, played the song 'cause he already spit his verse by the time I got
Be hanging in shame
She doesn't give a toss for her appearance
She won't wash, comb, or even dye her hair
We'd like to strangle her by her hair
You know I won't go
That's why you treat me this way
I want to be happy
Though it hurts me so bad
Don't know what it is that keeps me coming back
killed John Henry,
I'm gonna leave that allowing up to you,
Well, was he killed by hard work or was he killed by bad women
Be sure that this ain't
the baton
I won't pass it back I ain't good at dimes
If the bitch bad I could pass you a dime
Haters better duck like I'm passing a pond
Know I'm the king
help it
I got it bad, yeah she be trippin' sometimes, she won't listen
Sometimes but I'm glad that she's mine.
Oh even when I'm mad.
Sometimes I
won't work
(Woman: Somebody ring the alarm) I'm freakin
Liftin skirts on bad broads on E! like Brooke Burke, nigga
Like Brook Burke, nigga, like Brooke
ugly then
So are you
So are you
Everybody talks bad about somebody else
And never realises how it affects somebody else
And you bet it won't be
lies
Twisted apart by fear?
Well, that's when the brain waves goodbye
From the front of the train
Where the coal is burned
And you know
know if you gon' make it
Overdosed so bad on the blue pill in the matrix
That's the way niggas livin'
Worship false gods wearin' old true religions
when they all get together
In the bar or in the restaurant
In somebody's room the one thing they don't
Talk about is philosophy
It is very bad form
the debate we won't stop it
What do you believe in?
A person, a nation, a religion?
Your observations or intuition?
Love, money, power, your decisions
We take
There's a line at the door full of underage whores
And the bouncer lets 'em on by
There's some clown from LA who's trying to sing Hank
But it
I've been so bad today
Slicing muthafuckaz right out of my way!
As I walk the streets with bloody stains
Won't somebody come cure my brain?
It feels
to stop
Playin' his old shit, knowin' he won't top it, false prophets
Somebody shoulda told me it would be like this
Be like this, be like this
never scared (west side)
No, I ain't bad, just don't kiss no ass or take shit
And I'm a grown man, find you somebody to play wit
If you don't like me
the line, on my mind, VIP going mad (mad)
Bands make her dance with a bag full of Xans
Got my Vans in advance, acting bad on them tabs
Pants cost a grand,
it before, it's another death pall.
So somebody's coming with an answer to the shit,
Just bad rock and roll chivvied up a bit.
Someone's looking
something more
Always wound up in a cell for the night
Always had faith from the midnight fight
Always got caught by a squad car light
Kicking at a slot
before you go
I won't change before you show
My face is not on your wall anymore
Cuz I don't wanna be remembered by you
Losing my religion
For somebody
Without apology
I've got life i've got laughs
I've got headaches and toothaches
And bad times too like you, you, you
OK the more you suppress life
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