Search results for 'mama live by my chemical romance' Page #7

Telling' me I need a counseling session
Mama's in heaven
Heavy on my mind but I guess I
Gotta put some hop in my stepping'
Need to get my pops a big check

in the back of the range
Romance by nature and name I'll let you feel my pain
Blatantly chasing fame I don't care what they say
Ale Ro razorblade flow

Mama... Mama
I just got a lil change, Mama
I just got a lil fame, Mama
I went ahead and made a name, Mama

I done been on my own, fighting with

Bleeding incandescent streaks
Pasted by shattered eyes
Look harder and you'll see, it's sunny with lost despise

My hands
Are warm
And they're

Announcer: Hello my friends, J.D, and we're back to more Alan Jackson live from Nashville.
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Nigga, I had a hell of a day
But I admit I was in my own way (hell of a day, in my own way)
I admit I had my mama cryin' over me, what else can a nigga

Well hellhole mama treats me so I mean 
Dispenses with my money like a cash machine 
When I'm feeling lonely and sort of low down 
That's when my

only mistake
Y'all fuck around and turn me lame
Ain't chasing nothing, I'm good on fame
I miss home, smoke a wood to the face
I got chemicals in my brain

for gold
Look at you mimicking all of them chemicals up in your brain
Pushing the limiters and the perimeters, zoom in my lane
Letting ya enemies pull

games so I quit
Even your grand-mama think I’m the bees knees
Ripping the beat piece by piece like string cheese
Yeah I’m spraying like a big sneeze
My

Live a life so when I die
There's standing room only, standing room only
Standing room only, standing room only

I wanna take my grudges and my old

wrong as I always seem
To be about you and me
So I'm saying goodbye, god knows I've tried
I'll always keep you inside but
I gotta live my life
And a light

and always full of hate
You be snitching on my friends when they did wrong
You being so cruel and that's not nice
Our chemical romance just ain't working out
I

a worry on his mind
When out slithers a black snake
Just after quarter time

Daddy's been bitten by a tiger snake
Mama's been bitten by a brown
Sister's

Mamas and pappas
And madonna and tricky
Inquisitive child mama said I was trippy
Gap toothed my hair fly by hippy
So they turned me on to hip hop
It was

We all spend of our waking lives avoiding a reality
That, in the end, we know we truly desire
And all I keep coming back to
Is the fact that we've

fitted and knitted
People judge a pimp by his shoes (Biatch)

My mama wasn't a sucka and
My daddy wasn't a lame
Uh uh (Bitch) , I come from the game
I do,

Angels of Romance

Is this where the story begins like it's make believe and it never ends?

Born to live
live to love
love kills everything
like

don't matter, I'll just pick up
And leave ya
Mind altering, chemicals in my brain I only do them for fun, never for pain
I've been working so hard,

on my intersection where niggas shoot bullets
I live in the actions uh

Mama I’m rolling back
I put my soul in rap pray I’m on the map
I was just holding

on my intersection where niggas shoot bullets
I live in the actions uh
Mama I'm rolling back
I put my soul in rap pray I'm on the map
I was just holding

to Nigga on Yb
(Woah)
I ain't got no time for romance
If you cross me then it's fuck you till then it's all love on my end
Running through the hood with

Krazy

Makaveli

The Don Killuminati: The 7 Day Theory [Clean]

1996

instrumental, detrimental to kids
As if they can't see the misery in which they live
Blame me, for the outcome, ban my records - check it
Don't have to bump

can still dance on a dose of the doze
Keeping you spinning is the best mama knows
But the life you live now is the one that you chose
She says my mama