[Intro: Heather Victoria] (GQ) If you see me walking down the street and I start to cry Each time we meet Walk on by (Day in and day out man) Walk on by (We all got problems, it's how it is) Walk on by (We just handle them differently, feel me? Mine not bigger than yours, yours not worse than mine) Walk on by (It's really how we look at it) Walk on by
[Verse 1: GQ] Stranded on a island that's not sanded Tryna find my way Life of mine is crazy and I'm bout to have a baby Even though I know this world is not a place where they can play My job ain't payin' much, wage barely minimum My car need a alternator I just need a small favour, neighbour And television keep showin' me what I'm missin' Or at least that's my assumption Why the fuck my girl bitchin' over shit that's not important? But I guess to her it is A voice comin' back around that I ain't heard in years And I just got a call from work sayin' that I been laid off Funny cause I'm wearin' this shirt that says "No days off" Is it bad luck or something I deserve? I really don't know but this shit is workin' my nerves Walkin' to the store I see a man with a sign say he ain't doin' too fine but I just
[Hook: Heather Victoria] (GQ) Walk on by (they never pay me no mind, they just) Walk on by (they tell me) Walk on by (I'm all by myself, that's why I just) Walk on by (that's why I just)
[Verse 2: GQ] Man, it's too early to get up And why this bill collector keep callin' me it ain't like I'mma pick up Next to my bed a few bottles and a big cup From pills that'll keep me awake and help me sit up My partner hear me said he just signing my contract Told him congrats while I was signing a job at When I be down Mary help me keep a calm head I'm gettin' impatient I think I need my palm read Thought I would bump into somethin' that would inspire me I'm mad as fuck, man that fortune cookie lied to me Everywhere I go I got a eye on me At least that's what I tell myself silently I got a package I gotta get from my cousin Pulled up on his street, police see like a dozen Shoulda been me too, what really make it hard Seen him in the back of the car, he told me
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[Verse 3: GQ] I'm tired, y'all, but I still manage At home without havin' a field advantage If hell is a party, we musta crashed it The news anchor always talkin' 'bout bad shit If not then it's sad shit What happened to the cool world, where's Pitt? Everything real became plastic Same corner, I always pass it But yesterday made a right instead of left Walked up a couple blocks, heard shots fired and held my-- breath Somethin' we accustomed to Life is what we rushin' through Next morning a paper is what I read A shootout took place, three wounded and one dead A ten year old minor leavin' school heading home He was just tryna...
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