I couldn't see it any other way I took a run with the money with my last pay on a holiday Middle of the road – squeezin' on my lymph nodes I couldn't wait a week to finally change my zip code All the cronies at home keep poppin' babies out When every day I just pray that I can feed my mouth Some power managed to drag me to the state of New York Ever since I was young, I had a dream to court
All I need is recognition
Everyone acts so bizarre Thank God I know who my friends are I couldn't find a stable hide-a-way When you live in a van, not at ease, no one to catch your fall Unfit and teary-eyed, broken at my bad luck No family around to ever want to give a fuck My brother loses his mind he joins the rest the rest of us Bite the bullet and stay close with whom you trust Believe in number one and number two will never be you Merely east coast style from the heart, and it's true
When eyes look at I they see desire Dead straight ahead they focus with blinders A fat chance, no luck Just keep rolling the dice ‘til I'm down on my last buck I feel alive and the reason is callin' Work through the night then go to work in the morning It's first come, first serve Next come, last rites… and you're overTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
