Lyrics:
For every finger pointed at you, 3 pointed back at me too
Ima Rep Christ
Up until the day I die
Rep Christ
Even if it cost my life
Rep Christ
Ima keep
to live in the '05 papers
Lets flash back to the old days
Back to summertime and our birthdays
Playin all night, run through the rain
Soak up the sunshine,
one day
Buh now Man's live in Manchester
Making waves they believed man could never
Swinging both ways L G B T
Making mad sounds that they would never
You know what I mean? Yadadamean
Do it for my Day Ones & My Family
You know what I mean? Yadadamean
Cuz if it wasn't for them, then, there wouldn't
the folks who ain't get to see 24
I thank God for another day
A lot of brothas locked up or they've been slain
I'mma live my life freely
Gettin' stronger off
some crack?
Than you did three days in a half
And then that fast you came back?
I'm starting to think you don't
Serve your full time in
Jail cause you
three times a day and again
Still it lingered on the death of it
Never one to judge the court system or due process
Cause for the victims there's fewer
live off of three words: release and fire
Y'all described in three words: weak and tired
When I go to war, I don't mean I beat this guy up
I mean I
Dave, what up, man? It's me, um
Just callin' to see, if possible
If you have any time today or within the next couple of days
If, if, you're in
may be slow
We still gonna blow like the horn played by Horatio
The stakes is three feet high and risin' like De La Soul
So I got Wonder Why, my man
(She wears red feathers and a hooly-hooly skirt)
(She wears red feathers and a hooly-hooly skirt)
She lives on just cokey-nuts and fish from
Brothers are forever
And I’m sure lucky you are mine
I love the way we can play
3 sports in a day
Talking shit to each other
We don’t mean
I got three hundred miles to ride, I can see black clouds behind me
I'm feelin' thankful I'm alive, and this trip serves to remind me
I picked a spot
really got to give
Damn I want to live in 2-1-3
[Chorus]
It's the Dub S.C. on G parolee
And although deez steadily grinding for cheese
Trunk fulla
Smif-N-Wessun (right)
Fiyah Gun
The ghetto red hot, ghetto yutes fiyah gun
Gun, gun, gun, gun, gun, gun, gun, gun, gun
Every day, life's a struggle for me
you running in place
Yeah she wanna lick the g up she wanted a taste
Throwing long live c up and that's every day
I don't know how long im gon be up so
Influenced by the demons around me
I know they listening
Man I was but a boy
Just trying to live my life in righteousness
I promise I had pure intentions
Still
Fifteen, there's never a wish better than this
When you only got hundred years to live
I'm thirty three for a moment
Still the man, but you see I'm
Flyin' as I sip, as I spin
As I hit, as I live, as I breathe
As I die, as I spit
Vilely, fuck around, you gon' see the right timing
On three different
never a wish better than this
When you only got hundred years to live
I'm thirty three for a moment
Still the man, but you see I'm of age
A kid on the way
and grandaddy on both shoulders steady chilling
So you got to keep on living like each day is the beginning
It's yo birthday even on your worst day
Live it like
and my so many lives, oh my
I wanna learn more about you
We haven't spoke in quite a while
Just let me, let me come through
I'll give you my heart, my
Got me thinking about better days
Time to question our lifestyle
Look how we live
Smoking weed like it ain't no thang
So even kids wanna try now
Don't fight the feelin', try, don't fight the feelin'
Say, my life is like a movie, nigga, fuckin' every day
Fuckin' every day, nigga, fuckin' every
.JPG/300px-Three_Days_Grace_Rock_am_Ring_2015_(18).JPG "Three Days Grace")
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