[Chorus: Nasty C] They say how you win some and ose some, we have to let the good ones go That's why I pour a little liquor every time I let the good times roll And yeah I roll (Just to forget that it hurts) Just to forget that it hurts They say how you win some and ose some, we have to let the good ones go That's why I pour a little liquor every time I let the good times roll And yeah I roll (Just to forget that it hurts) Just to forget that it hurts
[Verse1: Nasty C] It's easier to forget you when my energy is drained See I'm expected to make the hits and then never feel pain That's not easy mama, you left me at a very young age Never made it to make deposits in my memory bank It's like poison Ivy you never got to see your seed grow But I never forgot about you, even though it seems so I gotta be discreet, my ride-or-die got re-poed So till I cross to the other side, this song will be my peek-hole Beast ass negro Whole country had to see a boy Turn into young king teen C.E.O They kids see a hero, these pricks see Bibo I'm nearly at the Ts though, I mean you better believe hoe My fam' will never lose me if they keep the TV on The fact that I'm away just gets so hard for me to speak on Even with the beat on, even when I see your Face in the cloud and get high and try to get, my reach hold I clouded my mind with the lines just to hide the pain They never told me that a soul was a price of fame Where's your hardest weapon, they disown you West, right away, you fight yourself Getting lost, well dishonesty is not a thing You lose a lot of friends, you win a lot of foes The more you draw attention, that's just how the dice rolls Whenever the dice rolls, it's gettin' lit, puff pass Anything to keep my mind floating over this rough patch!
[Chorus: Nasty C] They say how you win some and ose some, we have to let the good ones go That's why I pour a little liquor every time I let the good times roll And yeah I roll (Just to forget that it hurts) Just to forget that it hurts They say how you win some and ose some, we have to let the good ones go That's why I pour a little liquor every time I let the good times roll And yeah I roll (Just to forget that it hurts) Just to forget that it hurts
[Verse 2: Erick Rush] I'm pouring out liquor from the bottle Straight into my mouth, foot heavy on the throttle I'm suicidal, only you and I know Told me; "shoot our rivals", but I'm idle I haven't touched the Bible in a while My niggas gone a while, you niggas going why you I never thought they'd try you How come the good gotta die young How come my baby die before his trial And they wonder why I keep my mind numb I got a lot thinking to hide from Then at prison by 25 was the outcome I'm 26 now, how come I'm searching for the sign, but I found none, hey I found none I stopped searching for the sign then I found one But still I'm halfway up, since they let me down In a halfway house since I left the ground I'm thinking about the people that I left in town Pray to God you stay alive until I get back 'round Cause they still shooting niggas; "get back down!" If you really gotta do it, nigga get that pound Be surprised what they do to you to get that crown Just pour some liquor for the dawg In case I get put down, don't forget
[Chorus: Nasty C] They say how you win some and ose some, we have to let the good ones go That's why I pour a little liquor every time I let the good times roll And yeah I roll (Just to forget that it hurts) Just to forget that it hurts They say how you win some and ose some, we have to let the good ones go That's why I pour a little liquor every time I let the good times roll And yeah I roll (Just to forget that it hurts) Just to forget that it hurtsTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
