Lyrics:
rather love than hate
You think it fell out the sky, I'm here to tell you, why believe in faith
Hard work payin' of and them wishes comin' true
Bolt
freedom of speech, I said what's on my mind, and my mind I
Believe, I can do anything, don't accept defeat, I'm just tryin to get by while smokin on some
And she's still by my side,
I love you baby.
Your love is beautiful its un-disputable,
You got me rappin' bout it up inside this studio,
Like crazy man
Now the night before Christmas, I was sitting in my house
And there wasn't nothing moving around, not even a mouse.
The socks were hung by
got took by surprise
Crooked little smile that clings to her lips
On a night like this I sing for the bitch
[Chorus]
Just a lonely summer
closer to death, I feel closer to death now
Candy-coated pain is like a ball and chain
We only dig deeper by running away
It's deeper than what it
know me 'cause you double tap on picture
I hate the fact that you judge me it's driving me crazy
So when it's to deep I say fuck it and drown in some
life but niggas invaded
The benefits fading, fuck fame but Benjamins cravin'
Need more, work harder, you bleed more
Malibu property right by the seashore
I work hard from Monday till Friday
Got to pay the bills on time
It ain't easy living in the city
So may I get time to find
Can't wait to get
back, outnumbered by three
I'm on the wrong track hanging off the caboose
I can turn all the chaos to shelter and food
And I may not be pretty like all
play for keeps
Shit crazy the way you love, can have you dead off the street
I got a kid, now a son to be exact
Swear this shit ain't about me no more,
what to do next
I start to reminisce about my life and shit
Like how I came from the streets
Was raised by the streets
That's why I give love and I'll
It's been a while ya trippin babe
How you wanna stay away
Missin you like crazy
Tell me what's the deal lady
Can we ease up this pain
This thing
increase my lifeline
I see it all, dead bodies and such
Ghetto gators goin' crazy when they haven't had they lunch
The more I kill, the bigger they get
It's
through public
Domestic abuse, custody battles
Bitch made me go crazy, I had to stab her
Plus I didn't like her ex-boyfriend anyway
She never knew today
up with a silver string
Delivered by a fast train rearranging how I think
He said "I can't believe you even know that I exist,
I've got all of your
later they're throwin' rice
Then you're back to work and the honeymoon's done
Boy time flies when you're having fun
You buy a little house with
"You better get my muthafuckin' money back, you Slob-ass bitch
'fore have my brother killed my peer and put some work in your punk-ass"
"What?!
_Dante's Peak_
Feel me, partly a killer, clocker for fun
On my turf puttin in work since day one
y'all ain't heard enough about a nigga singin the blues
for the day when I'd no longer cry.
I get myself to work by eight
but oh, was I born too late,
and do you think I'll fail
at every single thing
drinkin whiskey
And my old man plays the trombone
And works out at the track
And he says that he loves me
Even though its not his baby
And he says
"You better get my muthafuckin' money back, you Slob-ass bitch
'fore have my brother killed my peer and put some work in your punk-ass"
"What?!
and I was hurt would you be by my side?
If it was time to put in work would you be down to ride?
I'd get out and peel a nigga cap and chill and drive
by my side.
You always show me the light.
You give me strength when I can't find it on my own.
You make sense of this crazy world.
You give
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