'm right When I can really rebel Yes, I'm really saddened My foolish friend Don't try to live my life Upon this weary line My foolish friend Don't try to live my
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'm right When I can really rebel Yes I'm really saddened My foolish friend Don't try to live my life Upon this weary line My foolish friend Don't try to live my
My foolish friend Don't try to live my life Upon this weary line My foolish friend Don't tell me if I'm right When I can really rebel Yes I'm really saddened My
niggas in her ear sayin' they think about her I got the bitch by the bar, tryin' to get a drink up out her She like my style, she like my smile, she like the way I talk
oh, oh no no Uh oh, uh oh, uh oh, oh no no Uh oh, uh oh, uh oh, oh no no Uh oh, uh oh, uh oh, oh no no When I talk to my friends so quietly "Who he
love Uh oh, uh oh, uh oh, oh no no Uh oh, uh oh, uh oh, oh no no Uh oh, uh oh, uh oh, oh no no Uh oh, uh oh, uh oh, oh no no When I talk to my friends
[verse] excuse but I was wondering when, You were gonna speak ?cause I saw you lookin, Back to the wall talking to all your friends, Thinking out loud
have my share Now I have been sent to my room I've been sat in a chair And I held my tongue I didn't plug my ears, no, I got a good talking to And now
can (Little man) Forget your foolish dreams and schermes that things will work out in the end Put some real mileage between yourself and the object of you love my friend
t care Didn't mess my hair Believe me I don't know why I've got this Foolish Pride And Pride goes before a fall Yeah I've got this Foolish Pride
dark brown eyes I said "You ignored me for months on and now All of a sudden you wanna be my friend? You didn't talk before so don't talk now, be quiet
go talk to a friend Regardless of what they say, we gonna rap to the end My little mommy, I'm sayin' my little dime piece My baby, my boo, my future wifey
it up to those punk who try and diss me Talking mad shit, but they miss me, remenice me Because they used to talk head about my rhymes And when they
give it up to the punks tryin' to diss me Talkin' mad shit 'cause they miss me Reminisce me because they use to talk head about my rhymes And when they
serving clucks Mashed up with my homies just to make a buck You know where I Came But Look In My Eyes I hungry as hell I'm Ready to Die My familys
be. Now, Lord, that my arms they're reaching for the sky. The people I thought were my friends are starting to wonder why, And I say Chorus: Have some trust in your old friend
