, I keep on falling down! (chorus background) **Never learn man** **There's no plan B for me!** **I ain't got shit to fall back on!** **I left school at year
move will get a gun right in my face And they fightin' for my life I'm fightin' the case And I ain't trying to be the story they twist in the press Like
feeling merry As a Tyler Perry scene, that monetary gang green We tried to launder the cash and never came clean So now I'm in the story with all the
those that love me, There's a thin line between happiness and hopeless, An even thinner line between on point and out of focus, BUT Back to my story about my fall
back Sunday for a refund She shot a wink like no hard feelin's Then she jetted to Brazil, man them pills had me spun This is the story of the year right
the stories we tell Of wild years, the wasted tears And he silent way they fell See the curls of smoke rising up To the big old sky as the moonlight falls Down
wanna arraign me They dona??t like us niggers making videos They like niggers pointing fingers like Arsenio And ya??all fall for it, tell it like a ten year
you) You fall in love with your chain You fall in love with your car Love's gonna sneak right up and snuff you from behind So I want you to check the story
put these rags to use There were rags of many colours, and every piece was small And I didn't have a coat and it was way down in the fall Mamma sewed
drink old gold Down my yellow brick road Then rewrite my script til my story is untold See i got a little money and my life sped up now Im fallin
s the cause of it? I need to know You see me with a bodyguard that means police is watchin' And I only use his waist to keep my glock in But when shit goes down
glossy, niggas only speak when they bent Off the perfect mixture Forcin' down herbs and liquor Only hot slugs 'll hurt ya quicker Think it out and elevate, I gave years
Eyes glossy, niggas only speak when they bent Off the perfect mixture Forcin' down herbs and liquor Only hot slugs 'll hurt ya quicker Think it out and elevate, I gave years
9, ak, I'm packin' down more, Drivin' down real low, tryin' to get to circle, Picked up my dope out the mac, That's when I headed down to the fiend, Tryin
Ya partner 40-Wada gotta story to tell, a story to tell Here's a little story I got to tell And this dis goes on, again and again Here's a little story
your lost naivete Weather the storm and don't look back on last November When your banners were burning down Gloria, Viva La Gloria Send me your amnesty down
dear brother, trouble weighs a ton What's wrong, dear sister? Did your world fall down? Men misuse you and push you around Same story dear, year after year