My Way Songtext
von Ricky Hil
My Way Songtext
I ain′t gonna die, well at least not today (today)
I hear all the things that they say, about me (me)
Yeah!
Saying that they doubt me, they could do without me
That don't really hurt me, I like the feeling that it gives me
I ain′t gonna stop in my tracks to love you
Not after all the things that you did to me
I know you hold everything above me
So why waste your time loving me?
I don't know, but anyway
Yeah, I've been up North (north)
I had this young hoe geeking like a dork
Three pounds in the Ford
I had a black hoodie on with some black Dickie shorts (You′re a genius)
Man this Life shit is short
So I get high on my way to court
I′ve been here before
So there's nothing they can do to me, they didn′t do before
Please forgive us Lord
I can't live like this anymore
I don′t got shit to give anymore
I know I'm sinning when I′m bored (when I'm bored)
I'm still tryna find my way (my way)
I′m dying to find a way
I′m dying to find my way, Ricky
It don't make sense, it happens again (again)
The pain is immense
And you try to fill the hole, a void
But you′re stuck in a trench
In the county jail cuffed to a bench
If you fucking hate me
Then I won't take offense ′cause it kind of makes sense
You can't play with my heart
Then I′m gonna fade in the dark
Yeah, this is not for fun
I get high, realize what the fuck I've become
Tell me real lies and I go and get numb
It ain't a surprise, but it gives me a reason
Ricky Hil I′m dropping this Season (season)
I′m still tryna find my way
I'm dying to find a way
I′m dying to find my way
Limosa Nostra
Bitch, you can stop it (stop it)
Put me in a box and drop it (drop it)
They put me in a cage and they locked it
You don't really get me, but I got it (get me)
I get a whole pound when I cop it (cop it)
I hit this shit and nodded (nodded)
Ricky Hil I′m a prophet (prophet)
She sucks my dick 'til she′s car sick (car sick)
Until we get there, and we park it (park it)
This is for the dearly departed
I hear all the things that they say, about me (me)
Yeah!
Saying that they doubt me, they could do without me
That don't really hurt me, I like the feeling that it gives me
I ain′t gonna stop in my tracks to love you
Not after all the things that you did to me
I know you hold everything above me
So why waste your time loving me?
I don't know, but anyway
Yeah, I've been up North (north)
I had this young hoe geeking like a dork
Three pounds in the Ford
I had a black hoodie on with some black Dickie shorts (You′re a genius)
Man this Life shit is short
So I get high on my way to court
I′ve been here before
So there's nothing they can do to me, they didn′t do before
Please forgive us Lord
I can't live like this anymore
I don′t got shit to give anymore
I know I'm sinning when I′m bored (when I'm bored)
I'm still tryna find my way (my way)
I′m dying to find a way
I′m dying to find my way, Ricky
It don't make sense, it happens again (again)
The pain is immense
And you try to fill the hole, a void
But you′re stuck in a trench
In the county jail cuffed to a bench
If you fucking hate me
Then I won't take offense ′cause it kind of makes sense
You can't play with my heart
Then I′m gonna fade in the dark
Yeah, this is not for fun
I get high, realize what the fuck I've become
Tell me real lies and I go and get numb
It ain't a surprise, but it gives me a reason
Ricky Hil I′m dropping this Season (season)
I′m still tryna find my way
I'm dying to find a way
I′m dying to find my way
Limosa Nostra
Bitch, you can stop it (stop it)
Put me in a box and drop it (drop it)
They put me in a cage and they locked it
You don't really get me, but I got it (get me)
I get a whole pound when I cop it (cop it)
I hit this shit and nodded (nodded)
Ricky Hil I′m a prophet (prophet)
She sucks my dick 'til she′s car sick (car sick)
Until we get there, and we park it (park it)
This is for the dearly departed
Writer(s): Lawrence Johnson, Alan Tatum, Bobby West Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com