I practiced till that shit made perfect
Take the exit, the nearest left
The watch cost me 2; your bitch, free
To the rigors of the industry
Metaphor, chilling with better whores
The pain, the loss, the grief, the cross.
This the clash of the titans
Jumped off the porch when i was like six
In the face of the outside.
Them people see my good side
After the fire, comes the rain
Time after time, again and again
Your the boat without the paddle
She caught up in my love triangle
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 >