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Les paroles de So Much
| | | Artiste: | Z-Ro |
| | Album: | Unknown | | Titre: | So Much | | | | Date d'ajout: | 18/10/2007 | | Vues: | 111 fois | | | | Paroles: | [Z-Ro]
Lately I've been going through more bullshit, than a bull fighter
So when I say my
praises to God, one verse is like a full choir
My every thought is pain, strain and stressing me
to death
Everyday is like a rehearsal, that's prepping me for death
I think I'm ready,
because this world ain't no friend of mine
Only thing I qualify for, is murder and Penitentiary
time
Y'all should of shot me, in the jimmy instead
But I guess they was feeling eachother,
to get head in the bed
Here I am, first born torn between heaven and hell
I tell my people
so no to dope, but I let it sell
Need to practice my preaching, calling the kettle black
I
know I'm on pot before or not, I gotta peddle crack
Ain't nobody got my back, except the laws
when they on it
So I be going for broke, demolishing my opponents
Leaving no traces just
blood on faces, believe that
HK I'ma squeeze that, you won't even want be
back
[Hook]
I got through so much, so I try to stay fucked up
Because, when I'm
sober I can't maintain
Even though I do my best, the only thing I earn is stress
So I, spend
most of my days chilling with Mary Jane
[Z-Ro]
I can't focus, I'm losing my mind real
fast
Dreaming and fiending for the day, I could make some real cash
Dropping album after
album, platinum song after song
But it's like I ain't did nothing, cause the lights ain't
on
How can I win, it's like everything I do is a motherfucking sin
It got a nigga, fiending
to see my end
All of my friends are fake, they come around when I'm spending cash
But when
I'm broke they out the do', with wheels spinning fast
Lonely, daily dodging the devil but he on
me
Telling my people fuck him, cause he be working through my homies | | | |
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