Search results for 'day in day out by bob crosby' Page #7,036

only just met, why ya gotta rush
You can't rush love love love love

It started out as a little flirt but it got outta hand
I thought he was cute, cute

if i'm being saved
Everybody thought i couldn't rap but i didn't give a fuck
Now i'm in and out of the stu straight fucking shit up
Can switch up my

won't give in mentally
Sometimes I have off days, I slip and I fall accidentally
I gotta go pick myself up, even though I feel pain so unbearably

It's so

who don’t know where to step
They got us wearing shoes made out of cement 
And tell us it’s the new fashionable crepe

We done sat by and watched too

yourself in the sky

Hop out the car, we don't do no drop by
Smoke in my eyes, got me overly high
Be ready to fuck, cause I hate when she shy
Bitch, keep

popping on stages, I don't know the money term minimum wages

Day in the life gotta ready set go, I on even got the time to be talking hoes
Link with my

something
I never feel inside
By myself I think about
The day I'm gonna die
How many people, how many people
Gone be there,if there is heaven
How many people,

them hidden like the prono archives on your hard drive
Fuck a sharp knife
my blunter side is never getting taken out like the fat girls in high school
my

dark
So deep
The secrets
I keep
Can't explain my feelings to anyone
God I need your healing cause I am done
I'm in the cloudy days need the sun
The son

is where i wanna be)

girl its been far too long
and i just cant go on
need you in these arms
for one last try
girl just hear me out
cos all im asking

my bars are undeniable
Like i was logical
I used to go by logic so
Nigga shout out logic tho
Im ZThaRuLA
In this bitch like the recipe
Cooking

Ugh, I can't believe it
As I'm on this train, going through this city
I'm kinda feelin mad cuz it's late and by now I should be knee deep in titties

for me to get the paper
But my pain is feeling numb like it's second nature
Every day is just blank
I'm feeling outta place in my ways
I'm broke without

Any other day, you ain't gotta tell me I can't rap
Type of motherfucker that would spit literally then laugh
Middle finger up in the air for all you

badness
It's badness, it don't play like games
It's only by grace that we're saved today
Why you think I said change your ways

Time is short now, we're in

don't wanna be around people or link
I like my company, blade on my sink
Lost all my feelings, I fill in the blanks
Do anything if it means I get by
But

I can't act like I ain't supposed to be
Here with all my people roses at my feet
Fans in the stand know the man by the scar
The ones that's on my

like Mike if he wanna get it

No homo on these niggas' heads, though I'm not a fitted
Some homies dead, met my cousin in and out of prison
The cutty

bands in the bank account
With the tax paid already taken out
'Bout twelve K was the paid amount
And that's all before I even made it out, sheesh
I'm

have business from that busyness
Big racks comin' soon for all of my affiliates
Dip out in a minute I can't go get intimate
Front to back
Bitch don't cut

But n***** know where I be
Fuckin’ bitches by da three
Finessin’ packs all week, then we sell ‘em for da cheap
I’m smokin’ gas in dem sweets
Young n****

the thots gone
Haha
We used to do this shit all day even in the hallway
Went and copped a belt with the Balmains
We had the trap on Chestnut we smokin'

in on the bills that I'm facin' (never)
Cousin just called out from prison
And when I ain't got it sometimes I spin him (my bad)
We ain't never talk

to the motherland
I could do it, maybe one day
When you figure out you're gonna need someone
When you figure out it's alright
Here in the city
And you don't run from