| ALL Soundtracks | Browse by soundtrack: A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z 0-9 |
| Browse by artist: A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z 0-9 |
|
|
Field Mob lyrics Crutch lyrics [Chorus] You are not alone 'cause I'm going through this thing with you You don't have to cry no more If we make it through this pain, promise I'm gon' keep it real with you You don't have to cry no more [Boondox] I remember bein broke with no record deal [Kalage] Broke with no job [B] Too broke to smoke dope [K] Man, times so hard I wanna take my own life [B] That's what pain do to you [K] But I'm too broke to even die [B] I couldn't afford a funeral [K] I'm too broke to spend time [B] Y'all don't know how it feel I could've been a metal welder [K] 'Cause I know how to steel (steal) [B] Naw, I ain't braggin, I'm just keepin it real I was so broke my wet dream was 'bout eatin a meal [K] Man I been homeless [B] You ever spent the night in the grass [K] With ants and mesquitos [B] While they bitin ya ass [K] My best friend got shot nine times for nothin He was all I had, we used to lie and say we was cousins [B] Even momma turned her back on me, wouldn't look me in my face I'm a disgrace to my folks... [K] 'Cause I ain't graduate [B] I ain't have nobody [K] Man, I wish I was dead [B] I was alone so I turned to God and he said [Chorus] [Boondox] As far as I remember, I been in high school ever since elementary Since the fifth I been twistin spliffs and hittin the weed My eyes went through menestration every day in the summer At age six, my piss could crank up a Hummer Had a hooker mom, like Alfred she Hitchcock Bumped dad, 'cause when he visit it was like a pit stop I lived knock hard, like Jay-Z, boy ya won Things got harder, at age eighteen, I bought a gun A three-eighty caliber, for street crazy scavengers Tryna take my , I'll turn your hat lavender Sacks of herb in my pocket I smoke eventually Supposed to be sellin 'em, but it's hard to give 'em away Livin the day for tomorrow, so on the down-low I used beats and rhymes, why not, look at me now From flippin dimes, playin get like me to get a dollar To ridin on my own twenties in my Impala, I ain't cryin [Chorus] [Kalage] Well, I been hearin a lotta people say that blood's thicker than water Well answer this then, which would you swallow I said that to say, it don't matter, friend or kin Shawn ain't my cousin but he here through thick and thin [B] OK, I came up but all the faith folks came down [K] The script flip flopped [B] Now the game changed round Everybody wanna chill now, in my grill now Now my smile ice cold, white gold like whooooooaaaa! [Chorus 4x] Other Field Mob lyrics: Can't Stop Us lyrics Project Dreamz lyrics Dead In Your Chevy lyrics Da' Durty lyrics My Main Roni lyrics Cheatin' On We lyrics Channel 613, Pt. 1 lyrics Dimez (Jazzy B's) lyrics Shake Sumpthin' lyrics Hey Shawty lyrics Don't Want No Problems lyrics Sick Of Being Lonely lyrics It's Hell lyrics Cut Loose lyrics |