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It's a hard knock life for me
It's a grief filled life for me
Instead of lovin, I get kicked
When I'm trustin, I get tricked

It's a fucked up life!

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What's with these homies dissin' my girl
Why do they gotta front
What did we ever do to these guys
That made them so violent

Woo-hoo, but you know I'm yours
Woo-hoo, and I know you're mine
Woo-hoo, and that's for all time
Woo-ee-oo I look just like Buddy Holly
Oh-oh, and you're Mary Tyler Moore
I don't care what they say about us anyway
I don't care 'bout that

Don't you ever fear, I'm always near
I know that you need help
your toungue is twisted your eyes are slit
you need a guardian

Woo-hoo, and you know I'm yours
Woo-hoo, and I know you're mine
Woo-hoo, and that's for all time
Woo-ee-oo I look just like Buddy Holly
Oh-oh, and you're Mary Tyler Moore
I don't care what they say about us anyway
I don't care 'bout that
I don't care 'bout that

Bang! Bang a knock on the door
Another big bang you're down on the floor
Oh no! Whatta we do
Don't look now but I lost my shoe
I can't run and I can't kick
What's a matter babe are you feelin' sick
What's a matter, what's a matter, what's a matter you?
What's a matter babe, are you feelin' blue? Oh-oh!

And that's for all all time
that's for all all time

Woo-ee-oo I look just like Buddy Holly
Oh-oh, and you're Mary Tyler Moore
I don't care what they say about us anyway
I don't care 'bout that

I'm starting to fashion an idea in my head. where i would impress you, with every single word I said. Would come out insightful, or brave, or smoothe or charming. And you'd wanna call me. And i, would be there every time you need me. I'd be there every time. But for now, I'll look so longingly. Waiting, for you to want me, for you to need me, for you to notice me.

dressed in fatigues, black jeans and boots. disappearing the crap, all you see is truth. This little nigga named nas, think he live like me. talkin about he left the hospital took 5 like me. You talkin fantasies nigga I reject your deposit, we punked dre's punk ass now he out of the closet.

are you listening? woah. Sing it back, Ohhh. straight from the teathered something vines. up and outward to find. Ohh. I was spinning free, woah. With a little sweet and what the fuck is he saying?

i'm the illest rapper to hold a cordless, patrollin corners. lookin for hookers to punch in the mouth with a roll of quarters. i'm meaner in action, than rosco beatin james hart senior and slappin his back with vacuum cleaner attachments. i grew up in a wild hood, as a hazardous youth. with a fucked up child hood that i use an excuse, to make things change that kept the same mind state since the third time i failed 9th grade. you prolly think i'm a negative person, don't be so sure of it. I don't promote violence, i just encourage it. i laugh at the sight of death, as i fall down a cement flight of steps and land inside a bed of spider webs. so throw caution to the wind, you and a friend, can jump off of a bridge and you live? do it again, shit why not? blow your brains out, i'm blowin mine out, you only live once, might as well die now.

i'm gunna fight em all, a 7 nation army couldn't hold me back. they're gunna rip it off, taking their time right behind my back. and i'm talking to myself at night because i can't forget, back and forth in my mind behind a cigarette.