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They tell me to slow down but Homie I'm just living my life and Gonna do what I think right Cause they're stressing me out They telling me they know what's best But, will I care when when there's no one left I think not Let me start it off I was just a kid and a mess up From first grade on I was fucking all my tests up When I got to second grade shit was all messed up Of course they got divorced but, still god blessed us And still I managed to take apart the damage and Put it all together like the cheese on a sandwich Middle school was tough man, I thought I'd never end Now the kids that picked on me are like my best friends So its weird how your life changed but, its alright man Started smoking weed so I thought about my life man And what it all comes down to in the end Is the little things you do and the stupid shit with friends I'm plotting my revenge on these stupid ass teachers Cause I Ball in the game and they sitting on the bleachers Can you hear me now hollering my raps to your students? Wasn't my choice man I really had to do this. They tell me to slow down but Homie I'm just living my life and Gonna do what I think right Cause they're stressing me out They telling me they know what's best But, will I care when when there's no one left Every single weekend was the same we would ride around and cruise My first car fucked up from breaking all the rules We would speed around at night because we had nothing to lose Now I walked around a lot and felt some more shoes Spray painted don't stop were leaving it on all the stop signs Got my first F and my moms wouldn't stop crying Wonder if I took it back and do it any different Fuck that, cause I'm still here living I'm still no different, I'm trying to have some fun While you working 9-5 cause you trying to have some funds Ummm, why you living all the same shit? Look at me it's easy to change quick I was harassed by the asshole jerk offs But, you're telling your friend you can't take a day from work off? I'm kinda liking where this mic is going Took for me to almost die to figure out where my life was going They tell me to slow down but Homie I'm just living my life and Gonna do what I think right Cause they're stressing me out They telling me they know what's best But, will I care when when there's no one left And what it all comes down into the end... X4 If you thinking about it then dawg you ain't living it Somethings messed up you gotta do something different Stressed out over an A or a B Kids killing themselves I'm enraged but in what i see You gonna sit there and see your dreams shatter? You gonna hit the plate and be a home run batter That's cliche well I'm just trying to live it up Oh yeah one more thing, I don't give a fuck!
Writer(s): Hans Florian Zimmer, Bobby Marcel Wilson, Tim Kelley, Bob H. Robinson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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