Yeah late at night, when i got the phone call and made a right
Askin what i know about the struggle? 502 south side/
And sometimes i write about when life goes good
All my homies in this thang wish a nigga would
Nigga, rap, you fuckin' suck probably
Sometimes i wonder how you feel about me
But every time i smoke, well, a nigga mind gone
All you did was give me pain, thinking about all i did wrong
Thoughts, cause you're an outsider tryna get in brain
All i have is my suffering and pain
Sometimes i can't help but wonder
You is not hip then i can not coach her
Let all of the pain and hurt
Red bottoms with the spike work
GO BACK TO WRITE A SONG ABOUT ANOTHER TOPIC !
You looking for tools to write and share lyrics online?
You're in luck! Get started using RapPad >