Wanna' get a couple of things off my chest
You know
Yeah
I been down on my luck like a stepped on a four-leaf clover
But it ain't over
Ooh, ooo
Til' it's actually over
So I picked myself up
Dust off my shoulders
Like a pimp does
Then, I just roll up
My problems in a blunt
Then, I pour up liquor
'Cause a nigga call shots
It's whatever I want
You can't
Tell me nothing right now, no way
I think
That the south got something to say
I been mixing that black soul with some rock and roll
You should know, that I won't fold, even for my folks
Dad told me no while I was on the phone and asked him
But as a man
Still, flew to Cali
Only 18, he couldn't be more happy
Packed up my bags and I never looked back
Picked myself up
Dust off my shoulders
Like a pimp does
Then, I just roll up
My problems in a blunt
Then, I pour up liquor
'Cause a nigga call shots
It's whatever I want
You can't
Tell me nothing right now, no way
I think
That the south got something to say
I been mixing that black soul with some rock and roll
You should know, that I won't fold, even for my folks
Dad told me no while I was on the phone and asked him
But as a man
Still, flew to Cali
Only 18, he couldn't be more happy
Packed up my bags and I never looked back
But I still remember where I came from
Heart full of metal like Edward and Alphonse
Summer was my season, but fall might be the outcome
How come is out my hands like life is?
I been down on my luck like a stepped on a four-leaf clover
But it ain't over
Ooh, ooo
Til' it's actually over
So I picked myself up
Dust off my shoulders
Like a pimp does
Then, I just roll up
My problems in a blunt
Then, I pour up liquor
'Cause a nigga call shots
It's whatever I want
She asked me, "but what about your personal life?"
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Stalkrashid - Freedom Lyrics
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Wanna' get a couple of things off my chest
You know
Yeah
I been down on my luck like a stepped on a four-leaf clover
But it ain't over
Ooh, ooo
Til' it's actually over
So I picked myself up
Dust off my shoulders
Like a pimp does
Then, I just roll up
My problems in a blunt
Then, I pour up liquor
'Cause a nigga call shots
It's whatever I want
You can't
Tell me nothing right now, no way
I think
That the south got something to say
I been mixing that black soul with some rock and roll
You should know, that I won't fold, even for my folks
Dad told me no while I was on the phone and asked him
But as a man
Still, flew to Cali
Only 18, he couldn't be more happy
Packed up my bags and I never looked back
Picked myself up
Dust off my shoulders
Like a pimp does
Then, I just roll up
My problems in a blunt
Then, I pour up liquor
'Cause a nigga call shots
It's whatever I want
You can't
Tell me nothing right now, no way
I think
That the south got something to say
I been mixing that black soul with some rock and roll
You should know, that I won't fold, even for my folks
Dad told me no while I was on the phone and asked him
But as a man
Still, flew to Cali
Only 18, he couldn't be more happy
Packed up my bags and I never looked back
But I still remember where I came from
Heart full of metal like Edward and Alphonse
Summer was my season, but fall might be the outcome
How come is out my hands like life is?
I been down on my luck like a stepped on a four-leaf clover
But it ain't over
Ooh, ooo
Til' it's actually over
So I picked myself up
Dust off my shoulders
Like a pimp does
Then, I just roll up
My problems in a blunt
Then, I pour up liquor
'Cause a nigga call shots
It's whatever I want
She asked me, "but what about your personal life?"
You know
Yeah
I been down on my luck like a stepped on a four-leaf clover
But it ain't over
Ooh, ooo
Til' it's actually over
So I picked myself up
Dust off my shoulders
Like a pimp does
Then, I just roll up
My problems in a blunt
Then, I pour up liquor
'Cause a nigga call shots
It's whatever I want
You can't
Tell me nothing right now, no way
I think
That the south got something to say
I been mixing that black soul with some rock and roll
You should know, that I won't fold, even for my folks
Dad told me no while I was on the phone and asked him
But as a man
Still, flew to Cali
Only 18, he couldn't be more happy
Packed up my bags and I never looked back
Picked myself up
Dust off my shoulders
Like a pimp does
Then, I just roll up
My problems in a blunt
Then, I pour up liquor
'Cause a nigga call shots
It's whatever I want
You can't
Tell me nothing right now, no way
I think
That the south got something to say
I been mixing that black soul with some rock and roll
You should know, that I won't fold, even for my folks
Dad told me no while I was on the phone and asked him
But as a man
Still, flew to Cali
Only 18, he couldn't be more happy
Packed up my bags and I never looked back
But I still remember where I came from
Heart full of metal like Edward and Alphonse
Summer was my season, but fall might be the outcome
How come is out my hands like life is?
I been down on my luck like a stepped on a four-leaf clover
But it ain't over
Ooh, ooo
Til' it's actually over
So I picked myself up
Dust off my shoulders
Like a pimp does
Then, I just roll up
My problems in a blunt
Then, I pour up liquor
'Cause a nigga call shots
It's whatever I want
She asked me, "but what about your personal life?"
Writer: Halim Muhammad
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