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Z-Ro - So Much lyrics
[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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