Lyrics:
gonna live my life by the roll of the dice, no
Ain't gonna live my life by the roll of the dice
So why do we believe in every little thing that rips us
a little bit better
We take the joy, we take the pain
It's not about what you gain
We just tryna get by
We just tryna get by
Oh, this is the story
more that I can do
Than to fall a little more in love with you
Here we are and we're paper dolls
And we're side by side
Here we are on the magic
do
I'm so in love with you
It just keeps gettin' better
I wanna spend the rest of my life with you by my side
Forever and ever
Every little thing
I'm still up in here
I'm hanging by a thread
Mary Jane gotta hold devil wants me dead
I'm still up in here
I'm hanging by a thread
Smoking roaches
in the world
Freedom
Wanna have the freedom to do so many things, cause I got the money now
When I hit my first million, I'm posting that shit
Lately in my life i been fine but things start to feel a lil different
Every time i start walking out the door the see the world in a whole different
to come back like Bronx rap
Storm like the Redcoats through anything in my path
First, you shining like sterling, then you broke like brick in Berlin
Is hanging by the horns
I wanna fly to a new sky
I want a chance with a new life
I hear the echoes
Of the streets of Berlin
We both got lost in
Danced
diamonds in the light
And we're standing side by side
As your shadow crosses mine
What it takes to come alive
It's the way I'm feeling I just can't
as usual
And do some binge-watching with popcorn and Coke
Ah, I'm not in the mood for that
And it's a little too early to go to sleep
And that ends quickly
in the shadow of the Pole,
With a little coffin six by three and a grief you can't control?
Have you ever sat by a frozen corpse that looks at you
and a job
Money in my pocket
Got food on my plate
Not a worry in the world
I know soon comes better days
Its the little things that we take for granted
Might
Little Mona Lisa laying by my side
"Crimson and Clover" pullin' overtime
I feel too close to be losin' touch
By givin' in, what am I givin' up
Am
hang like I'm Mr. Cooper or Jews in Berlin
Or some niggas from Alabama, Birmingham
I need music all over the street like Erick Sermon
Was, fuck us,
Even if my breaks was on
I'm still (by your side)
I'm always here, nobody's perfect
Life ain't always fair
I used to not give a fuck
I ain't always
with my
Homework all by herself
Alone in a strange country i
Can't imagine how frustrating
It must have been for her to have
Worked her whole life in
the Master Gee
Well, my name is known all over the world
By all the foxy ladies and the pretty girls
I'm goin' down in history
As the baddest rapper there
who live but Christ lives in me
And the life I now live in the flesh I live by faith in the Son of God, who loved me and gave himself for me, in
home
An' I know every little thing's okay
Cause it's better that we go through change
Life goes on, life goes on
While I'm just here waiting
My
and quick dollars
I know the pain the game bring, I did the same thing
Spaced out in the staircase, performing a sting
It's hard to keep control, I
that gauge
No weapon shall ever prosper
The pain leaks from my pen
I over jot things around me
Too bad that shit I just named
Are still things in my
Corroded by mice
The road is long and full of potholes all around
My broken dreams
I drove up to New Berlin
Found some things I've never seen
It's a sign
of the things by grace oh
Every little thing by grace oh all by the grace of God oh
Everything by grace oh all of the things by grace oh
Every little thing by
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