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Coulda Been
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Coulda Been was released on May 12, 2017 by 1st and 15th Productions, Inc. as a part of the album Coulda Been - Single
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Release DateMay 12, 2017
Label1st and 15th Productions, Inc.
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM84

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Wasalu Jaco p/k/a: Lupe Fisaco
Wasalu Jaco p/k/a: Lupe Fisaco
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Wasalu Jaco p/k/a: Lupe Fisaco
Wasalu Jaco p/k/a: Lupe Fisaco
Songwriter
Willie Hutch
Willie Hutch
Songwriter

Lyrics

If I wasn't rappin' I probably be wrastlin'
Hand to hand grapplin' on the corner of Madison
Or real-estating, tryna sell you a mansion
Or rollerblading doing 360 flat spins
Or I'd probably be flipping a burger
Attempting a murder
Paralyzed sippin' on Gerber
I could be working at jewels, chain snatching
Jerking your jewels, homeless working for food
I might be cleaning your pool
Teaching your school, preaching to fools
Leeching, smoking weed to be cool
At DMVs holding lines up
Or wind up in line ups, my time's up
Full of holes in a hole in a fine tux
Out on parole, out of control, holding your dime up
I could be lazy sitting on your couch
Or I could be crazy cussing pigeons out
I could be hustlin' bags
Strugglin' bad
If I wasn't up in the lab, shit
I just might be cuttin' your grass
Walkin' your dog, pumpin' your gas
Or nothin' at all
I could be hustlin' bags
Strugglin' bad
If I wasn't up in the lab, shit
I just might be cuttin' your grass
Walkin' your dog, pumpin' your gas
Or nothin' at all
Could be thanking the academy
Friend of the family, your man delivering bail
Or I could be the man that delivers your mail
Or I could be taking the stand drinking on L
This could be my third life, my third strike
Or my third wife been garbage on my first mic
I could've got off easy, that **** deserves life
Or the Orkin man searching for termites
I could Be sticking up convenience stores
Or twisting up what you fiending for
Or gettin' bucked with the meanest hoes
Been giving up, on top of building leaning forward, with no wings to soar it
It could've kidnapped my daughters
Been extorted for a couple of Porsches
I might be drunk from Moe stumblin' slow
Someone you know, running the show, or shoveling snow
I could be hustlin' bags
Strugglin' bad
If I wasn't up in the lab, shit
I just might be cuttin' your grass
Walkin' your dog, pumpin' your gas
Or nothin' at all
I could be hustlin' bags
Strugglin' bad
If I wasn't up in the lab, shit
I just might be cuttin' your grass
Walkin' your dog, pumpin' your gas
Or nothin' at all
I could be starting guarding, or planting the garden, or security guarding
Or I could be starving and eating out your garbage
And found stardom and starring in sitcoms with Martin
I could've been marching with Martin
Handcuff, nullface, over the face with no comment
I might not even be dark-skinned
I might not even be conscious, comatose when I overdose
A R&B singer blowing the notes
A tailor sewing the coat, a sailor rowing the boat
I could've, boxed a little fought for the title
Lost, and lost my vitals on the way to the hospital
I could've lost my business
Won the lotto and lost my ticket
I could be the last one to cross the finish
Shit, I could be you, I could be him, he could be me, we all got a job
I could be hustlin' bags
Strugglin' bad
If I wasn't up in the lab, shit
I just might be cuttin' your grass
Walkin' your dog, pumpin' your gas
Or nothin' at all
I could be hustlin' bags
Strugglin' bad
If I wasn't up in the lab, shit
I just might be cuttin' your grass
Walkin' your dog, pumpin' your gas
Or nothin' at all
I could be hustlin' bags
Strugglin' bad
If I wasn't up in the lab, shit
I just might be cuttin' your grass
Walkin' your dog, pumpin' your gas
Or nothin' at all
I could be hustlin' bags
Strugglin' bad
If I wasn't up in the lab, shit
I just might be cuttin' your grass
Walkin' your dog, pumpin' your gas
Or nothin' at all
Written by: Wasalu Jaco p/k/a: Lupe Fisaco, Willie Hutch
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