Here we are in this world. I don't know how we got here, but somehow we learned how to live here. Now our brains are too big for our heads. They're
to blame though I tried Kept all of my past mistakes down inside I'll live with regret for my whole life All the things you love are all the things I hate How did we get here
yeah this is Ryan D. man yeah you know where am at up here with my boy Tac they got my boy G up in max any how where in here writing some lyrics about
wait 'til you get out my brotha It's hard to put it in a letter and say But I'll be here when you get out my brotha And do my best to help you live
i can even account for that drowns my soul face down when it showers. i wanna die like a rock star all alone in my lost thoughts can?t live how i wanna
hide before I eat too much. (I ate it whole.) And this is what I do, go hide girl I'm just like you. You wanna talk about luck? How nobody loves you
teach ya plights of conquest (I wonder when I wrote this. Nah it's weak) The money's ya religion sky the limit live life Numbers is big business makes the poor live
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it for you? Why bother looking? It's dark, and we won't find it. It's our good luck, though, this night's filled with moonlight, up here the moonlight
live Ain't extra No angels to Stand next to To live a life that's better I'll sacrifice Whatever This life I live Ain't extra No angles to Stand next
held him by his head His eyes shut, that's when I knew he was... Aw man! How do I say goodbye? It's alway the good ones who have to die Memories in the
your name on my arm. I always said my girl's a good luck charm. If she can find a reason to forgive, Then I can find a reason to live. I used to be
your name on my arm I always said, "My girl's a good luck charm" If she can find a reason to forgive Then I can find a reason to live, yeah I used to
Way back when I was just a little bitty boy Living in a box Under the stairs In the corner of the basement In the house half a block down the street from
m good ta gets mine If it wadn't for bad, I'd have no up than luck Smokin plank of man, who gives a motherfuck!!!! The bill collectors, they ring my phone
take that how you wanna take it I'm from these muthafuckin' streets And the same rules apply in this game, don't ever break it Ain't my muthafuckin' luck
don't know And you can take that how you wanna take it I'm from these motherfuckin' streets And the same rules apply in this game, you never break it With my motherfucking luck