1999
Would-Be-Goods Lyrics


I keep it realer than poverty on the streets
I'm on this streets and you can feel the hunger creeping in like stalker through the blinds
I don't wanna turn a blind eye and act like luck is in my side look
I do it BIG make honey warship me think of me when she goes to sleep make her dream of me
Cup of tea my love runeth over you can have a cup of me
Many man hating man I think they emotional they ladies man
They talking about who killed it first I'm talking who's killing now
Quiet hating until you get the facts I'm all about the truth all the fake shit can stand in line
Feeling like Rick Sanchez on Suits tryna convince the judge that drugs are good for you
And not good for me Turns into a savage
Monster with the pen Planning pain pleasure is what I'm getting man
They say I should tell my story but is anybody listening
On the stage I found myself doing what I'm loving
Not my girl I got a room I got rules that I follow like they lead the way
When I wake I need to bake and hang my pillow case had a rough night but can't remember what was it all about
Story of my life hope you'll listen now
Build a fire gather around bring your ready mades and be ready mate


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Written by: Sebastian Bilusa

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