Lyrics:
and come out alive
Then I'll get you
Be gone with you, you shod and shady senators
Give out the good, leave out the bad evil cries
I challenge
my life
Been learning that forgiveness is as much for myself
As it is for the other guy
And I read the good book these days and believe it
Where
our times, those were our times
And I will love to see that day
That day was mine
When she will marry me outside by the willow trees
And play the songs
real good now
And it always leads to you and my hometown
I parked my car
Right between the Methodist and the school that used to be ours
Sometimes it's hard to be a woman
giving all your love to just one man.
You'll have bad times
And he'll have good times,
Doin' things that you
(By)
(Walk on by)
(Walk on by)
(Walk on by)
(Walk on by)
Yeah, bitch, I said what I said
I'd rather be famous instead
I let all that get
gram I own
(That purp, that bomb, that kush)
Don't gotta understand, they know
I smoke that, fire that, good that good that
Concentrated, everyday I'm
don't stop, then we won't stop
Continuously to git (git money)
You can be as good as the best of them
but as bad as the worst
so don't test me (get
Yeah, I say
Bitch bad, woman good, lady better
Hey, hey
Hey, hey
Now imagine there's a shorty, maybe five maybe four
Ridin' 'round with his
Somewhere to the south I heard it said
Too bad it ended so ugly,
Too bad she had to go this way
Ah but the wind is blowing cold tonight
So good night
a likkle bit, then take that home (word)
She bad and she know the deal
That sweater can't hide what she wanna conceal
I mean, Meagan Good and Halle Berry
wanna leave, take good care
Hope you have a lot of nice things to wear
But then a lot of nice things turn bad out there
Yeah
Oh, baby, baby, it's a wild
Sometimes it's hard to be a woman
Giving all your love to just one man.
You'll have bad times
And he'll have good times,
Doin' things that you
I got a friend in Fremont
He sells used cars, ya know
Well, he calls me up twice a year
Just to ask me how'd it go
"Pretty good, not bad, I can't
puttin' coke in his nose, nigga wildin'
Could be a myth but I swear that the source was close
Phyllis Hyman killed herself, it was crazy
Mommy was bad
lost highway
I was just a lad, nearly 22
Neither good nor bad, just a kid like you
And now I'm lost, too late to pray
Lord, I paid the cost,
I got a friend in Fremont
He sells used cars, ya know
Well, he calls me up twice a year
Just to ask me how'd it go
"Pretty good, not bad, I can't
Where's the pain in the violent night?
I'm depressed by the grill
I stay over many years
I should have thought of that
For the love of the money
have a ring soon
The king of rap, yea that got a nice ring to it
All in the fam, Archie, even if a few words go against me
I'm a make you eat it
I'm
turned to bad
All you know what I think of that
No time to dream
No time to sigh
No time to kill
When love walks by
And who's that crying in
Yeah, I say
Bitch bad, woman good, lady better
Hey, hey
Hey, hey
Now imagine there's a shorty, maybe five maybe four
Ridin' 'round with his mama
together
And of all the good and bad times we have shared
We've seen happiness that could match heaven's beauty
And each sadness like the flaming pits
Mom always said keep the bad things you do in the closet
When they start overflowin' you get a house full of problems
When a good tree dies bad fruit
day"
Some people want you down go ahead and let them hate
You going by the one thing that you said
Stay brave
All the good times that we had
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