Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Chose Me, artist - Chris Rivers.
Date of issue: 13.10.2016
Song language: English
Chose Me |
Had a dream I been on top, woke up on the floor |
Wake up, do the same thing e’ryday, same as before |
No food in the cabinet, just pistols and dope |
And this ain’t the life I chose, but this the life that chose me |
Had a dream I been on top, woke up on the floor |
Yeah! |
Yeah! |
Yeah! |
Yeah! |
Wake up, do the same thing e’ryday, same as before |
Yeah! |
Yeah! |
Yeah! |
Yeah! |
No food in the cabinet, just pistols and dope |
This ain’t the life I chose, but this the life that chose me |
Wa-wa-wake up, do the same thing e’ryday, same as before |
Yeah! |
Yeah! |
Yeah! |
This ain’t the life I chose, but this the life that chose me |
No food in the cabinet, just pistols and dope |
(Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!) |
Had a dream I been on top, woke up on the floor |
(Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!) |
Uh five years old with the Cadi' |
All up in the green like a caddy |
Over to my daddy |
Strapped like baggy |
All you ever pull was a hammy |
Pop before Grammy stunt with my grammy, that’s true! |
Iced out wrist like I sprang my shit, like I pay my dues |
Niggas wanna take my shit like it ain’t my shit |
Like they hate my shit, like it ain’t my crew, nigga please! |
Momma was strapped, poppa was strapped |
Everybody strapped Levi go into class |
Chevy red drop top, stereo Glock box |
Chevy gon' non-stop flow with the cash |
Stunting in our credentials |
Tomer then breakfast, continental |
You know we got the glow, it ain’t confidential |
The god wanna take my pops in mental |
It’s like that |
Had a dream I been on top, woke up on the floor (It's like that) |
Wake up, do the same thing e’ryday, same as before (It's like that) |
No food in the cabinet, just pistols and dope |
And this ain’t the life I chose, but this the life that chose me |
Had a dream I been on top, woke up on the floor |
Yeah! |
Yeah! |
Yeah! |
Wake up, do the same thing e’ryday, same as before |
Yeah! |
Yeah! |
Yeah! |
No food in the cabinet, just pistols and dope |
This ain’t the life I chose, but this the life that chose me |
Wa-wa-wake up, do the same thing e’ryday, same as before |
Yeah! |
Yeah! |
Yeah! |
This ain’t the life I chose, but this the life that chose me |
No food in the cabinet, just pistols and dope |
(Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!) |
Had a dream I been on top, woke up on the floor |
(Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!) |
Uh, fifteen on a shelter floor |
You ever been to hell before? |
You ever was so hungry in the winter with the cold |
And you planned to act up to try to go to jail before? |
Woah! |
There’s drugs in the kitchen, momma |
There’s love and ambition, momma |
These bugs on a mission momma |
Light switch, gotta plug, I’ma flip it momma |
Went from rags to riches to rags |
Just look at his pants, just look how they sag |
Yeah, they was hand-me-down |
Chillin' with granny now |
You ain’t forgotten to mention my dad |
Sisters in kitchens they filling the bags |
Yeah, they were whipping like drifting the Jags |
Serious talks 'bout givin' their bags to me |
Gripping the gat but I ended up spitting the raps, like that |
Had a dream I been on top, woke up on the floor (Like that) |
Wake up, do the same thing e’ryday, same as before (Like that) |
No food in the cabinet, just pistols and dope (Like that) |
And this ain’t the life I chose, but this the life that chose me |
Had a dream I been on top, woke up on the floor |
Yeah! |
Yeah! |
Yeah! |
Wake up, do the same thing e’ryday, same as before |
Yeah! |
Yeah! |
Yeah! |
No food in the cabinet, just pistols and dope |
This ain’t the life I chose, but this the life that chose me |
Wa-wa-wake up, do the same thing e’ryday, same as before |
Yeah! |
Yeah! |
Yeah! |
This ain’t the life I chose, but this the life that chose me |
No food in the cabinet, just pistols and dope |
(Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!) |
Had a dream I been on top, woke up on the floor |
(Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!) |