run from yesterday] There's nothing perfect In this broken paradise [In this world of misery] Just tryin to make it one more day Just tryin to make it one more day
reflection of the past Life's like a cycle and nothing ever lasts And bein' that we human, we forced to play the game The more things change it seems the more
Green Now Listen To Al Green To Bring out The Old Days Wishing OG's Was Still Stuck Into They Old Ways No Snitches No Bitching Getting Digits By The Hour Ignore The Phrase More Money More
federal for my stash, my Bereta on my lap Cause I'ma street hustler, twenty thousand miles just this summer Ever since the first day of June, napping
summer, it seem like I lose another soldier Even ones havin' fun gotta watch yo' back They still creepin', every day is tha weekend We came to smoke (You know) Light one
yo? Yo, yo, chill out man, chill out Yo, son, did you? Yo, son, he pulled it out} Five digits, cock biddy, nine milli One floor shine silly, spun city, one
the time So that rabbit that you thought about that whole summer The next summer you didn't want that rabbit no more You wanted something bigger and better So the summer
To Al Green To Bring out The Old Days Wishing OG's Was Still Stuck Into They Old Ways No Snitches No Bitching Getting Digits By The Hour Ignore The Phrase More Money More
