Lyrics

Yeah Yeah She don't wanna be with me no mo' Ain't her fault, she just tired of this dumb shit that she don't know Whether to throw in the towel or if he gon' grow And if he do, where is he gon' go? Got a letter from an old friend, I read it and cried When he told me that his girl just died Right out of the blue, breast cancer, wasn't nothin' to do Now I'm sittin' here and thinkin' of you Tryin' to come to amends, 'cause really I done wanted you in You the only one I trust as a friend I know I'm on my last leg limpin' with this bullshit written But I still gotta bring it to light Spent half of a lifetime missin' 'cause I would not listen Confused about my wrong and my rights They tellin' me that time heals wounds though This wound gon' need some stitches, I got testimony for niggas You doin' what you do but when the shoe gets flipped Standin' on the other foot got your boots and shit When you back up and analyze, fix shit and finalize Before you leave the shit alone, just try Maybe there's somethin' you can do to rectify what's did And plus you gotta think of the kids That's kinda just the way life is, you either gotta live or you die At least that I can say that I tried 'Cause I tried, I tried to do the best I could Sometimes I guess my best ain't good enough 'Cause when it's over, said shit done You sittin' by yourself mixed up But I tried, I tried to do the best I could Sometimes I guess my best ain't good enough 'Cause when it's over, said shit done You sittin' by yourself mixed up, but I tried Faster than a crackhead, can pawn yo' shit Willie D'll put a foot in you bitch I sold dope, robbed folks, had to make ends meet Since fifth grade, I been up in these streets, tryin' to get it Raised by a single mother, two sisters, two brothers I used to think she didn't love us 'Cause she beat us so much, plus she came home drunk But every now, and then she'd knock on wood, and say "I tried to do the best that I could" and I believe her 'Cause she was treated evil out the box You can't get what you ain't got Momma I was young, hittin' licks, started helpin' you out 'Bout the closest that you came to a man of the house I was talkin' back, walkin' through the do' gettin' smacked You used to brag to your friends on how well I rapped We never really got along but when you took sick I was at your side 'til you died, I wasn't the best son, but I tried I tried to do the best I could Sometimes I guess my best ain't good enough 'Cause when it's over, said shit done You sittin' by yourself mixed up But I tried, I tried to do the best I could Sometimes I guess my best ain't good enough 'Cause when it's over, said shit done You sittin' by yourself mixed up, but I tried (FBI, FBI get on the ground)
Writer(s): Guy Berryman, Candice Nelson, William Champion, Timothy Z Mosley, Steve Harris, Walter Worth Milsap, Christopher Anthony Martin, Jonathan Mark Buckland Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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