got to be a better way Longer nights and brighter days Better times to make You stay There?s got to be a better way And longer nights and brighter days Better times
, oh I didn?t mean to mistreat you I need to reach you, I need to reach you There?s got to be a better way Longer nights and brighter days Better times
your pissin out your ears Hollygrove all day bodys in the hallway And if you come searchin then your finding out tha hard way No matter where your from you better
off the 'crete, when they clappin' off the heat Then the yellow tape's trappin off the street But that's the way we was raised Preying to God, hoping that he keep us out the way
guy like me again, for real [Pain In Da Ass] So say goodnight to the bad guy, come on It's the last time you're gonna hear a bad guy ? You better make way
's in your repertoire You better come on down And meet the nicest kids in town Nice white kids Who like to lead the way And once a month We have our
back in time, I'm in a vortex Trying to make it work out think I need more reps Used to take the bus now the boy board jets Cause kids got me buzzing
grill though they can watch the money pile While these groupie hoes try to hunt me down Now everyday feelin like the best day ever Heard it's a long road but it get way better
you, we make our money bitch! That's really what I've gotta say, I'm a just start rapping and shut the fuck off! I said they're acting like they better
time to enjoy the sun cause we made it through the rain put your hands up in the sky like you?re tryna touch a plane I feel so alive so alive (Boy Better
only time I'm concerned, is when I'm into you... yeah Don't 'nar confuse... yeah... when I'm into you BITCH (BITCH ? BITCH - BITCH) Good Wale (That's not no way
what your goin through, your another diamond dancin at the player's club tryin to pay your way through school, and to the brother that's out jackin brothers who don better
m doing I seem to have it on lock None of my baby mommas hated to see me come up Cause I took care of all the children when the times were tough That'
Big time... [Z-Ro:] No more pain, I'm bout to overdose on it I ain't never had no good times, I put my dogs and my locs on it Chain smoking, cigarettes
fuckallayall dot com Run up if you want to nigga [Intro: Z-Ro harmonizing] Blues ain't the way that I lose How I get gray hair Take a bruisin the way
like O-Dog [Chorus] It's a shaa-aa-ame, the way they fuck around with my mind It's a shaa-aa-ame, the way they try to hurt me It's a shaa-aa-ame, the
