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I could tell you 'bout the time I made a call, and we got it right I could tell you 'bout the wins and all the losses in my life I could tell you 'bout the time we ain't give up and we still fight I could tell you 'bout the time I could tell you 'bout the money, cars, and hoes, and the ice I could tell you 'bout the time I counted an M in a night I could tell you 'bout the time I fucked me a dime on a flight Another check came in, God, forgive my sins Rappin' to myself and I, I just wanna vent (I just wanna vent) I get by myself sometime, lookin' outside-in (lookin' outside-in) Wunna workin' overtime, can't stop clockin' in Told you, I'ma stay focused, I'ma get motion with my mans (mans) Motion tryna get close, can't keep going, yes, I can (yes, I can) Rollin', I done been foldin', feel like I'm fallin', I ain't fall, here I stand (stand) Tall, back against the wall, I'll fight 'em all as a man Say fuck it, buy me a house with horses and cows on the land With the garage full of Porsches, Royces, and 'Raris, and Lambs (Lambs) Cut fake ties with these fake niggas, it all was a scam Kept a collage full of pretty vibes that love who I am I could tell you 'bout the time I made a call, and we got it right I could tell you 'bout the wins and all the losses in my life I could tell you 'bout the time we ain't give up and we still fight I could tell you 'bout the time I could tell you 'bout the money, cars, and hoes, and the ice I could tell you 'bout the time I counted an M in a night I could tell you 'bout the time I fucked me a dime on a flight Had to turn a page, had to act my age Always push myself a lot, sayin' that it's okay (it's okay) I don't feel like myself sometimes, shit, I guess I've changed Hardest shit we swore about, know this shit feel strange (shit feel strange) Shit gotta be real, I got real foes givin' me praise (givin' me praise) I can feel real love from all of my fans when I'm on stage I was takin' drugs, I heard they never go away Givin' out my heart, not even thinkin' it could break (thinkin' it could break) Grateful for my God that I be thinkin' on when I pray Hate to waste my time, I'm impatient, but I can wait Haters hate when I'm shinin' (shinin'), shine bright like the sun in May Ain't gon' play about mine, I'm gonna do what it take I could tell you 'bout the time I made a call, and we got it right I could tell you 'bout the wins and all the losses in my life I could tell you 'bout the time we ain't give up and we still fight I could tell you 'bout the time I could tell you 'bout the money, cars, and hoes, and the ice I could tell you 'bout the time I counted an M in a night I could tell you 'bout the time I fucked me a dime on a flight
Writer(s): Daniel Jacob Haines, Darnell Ramon Carr Jr, Sergio Kitchens Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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