Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Behind Bars, artist - Diabolic. Album song Liar and a Thief, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 05.04.2010
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Warhorse
Song language: English
Behind Bars |
| I wake up to Vodka Tonic, |
| Child support-Lots of chronic |
| Hung-Over-Blunt rolled’up, |
| Just tryin' not to vomit |
| The God’s honest truth, I cut my baby momma loose |
| Cuz the bitch got rotten roots and made me wanna cock'& shoot |
| Cops in hot pursuit, Just doing what I gotta do |
| I’m out makin' product move' |
| She claims that I’m knockin' boots |
| But how the fuck’s my daughter gon' be proud of poppa deux |
| If daddy’s broke got no loot, |
| Can’t afford to cop her shoes |
| That’s not what fathers do I make sure my daughter eats |
| Lock the door before she sleeps, |
| Try to keep her off the street |
| Her momma tortures me, |
| Of course I’m force to deal with it' |
| All this drama brought to me like I’m some sort of meal ticket |
| I feel sickness nauseated by the hunger pain |
| Ain’t tryna run the game, I wanna peace' |
| Fuck the fame |
| What’s an aim' |
| Got my mother lookin' at her son in shame |
| So i’m drinking, |
| Thinkin' back like when’s it all gonna change? |
| Life ain’t shit but liquor & splittin' L’s |
| Closed off to the outside world in a shell |
| Behind bars feeling more like I’m in a cell |
| Attitude’s like' I don’t give a fuck, |
| Give’em hell (x2) |
| I’m an alcoholic pot-smoker, |
| Chances are I’m not sober |
| But I don’t make my seed deal with the chip on her pop’shoulder |
| I never got over feeling like I’ve been forsaken |
| Broke 'Living in this basement' |
| Out of loss for inspiration |
| Committing sins of Satan to fill these dinner plates |
| And have some dough to finish makin’a lying thief’s vindication |
| Been as patient as I can but now I’m finished waitin' |
| I’ma bring the winds of change for some kind of simulation |
| My innovation could’ve got me major label love |
| But I can’t lie instead of swallowing my pride, I taste my blood |
| The weight above from this paper left my shoulder’s crushed |
| Like I’m in a cobra clutch, |
| Stuck bein' broke as fuck |
| My wifey now is real' claims I never open up |
| Why you always goin’buckwild like you smoking dust? |
| I don’t know enough to answer' I apologize |
| I’m just stoppin’by to tell you for I take this shot & hide |
| Life ain’t shit but liquor & splittin' L’s |
| Closed off to the outside world in a shell |
| Behind bars feeling more like I’m in a cell |
| Attitude’s like' I don’t give a fuck, |
| Give’em hell (x2) |
| I sold drugs and took a few, |
| All my friends took’em too |
| Guzzeling that crooked brew |
| Ain’t shit I’m shook to do |
| Wifey said' |
| Think of how ya mom will look at you |
| Now I’m apologizing to her for the shit I’ve put her through |
| Used to think there were some people I just couldn’t loose |
| Burn a bridge watch and turn this shit rebuild good as new |
| That wouldn’t prove to be true the more I recollect |
| I was wrong but better yet' |
| Greedy for that treasure chest |
| Left for death, |
| The pressure gets to me to eat a meal |
| Makes it hard to keep it real, |
| All I do is cheat & steal |
| What I see & feel is bottled up like ketamine |
| Replaced by diamond nickle schemes, |
| Balanced on a triple beam |
| Every relationship I had got blown to smithereens |
| Drama I was in between' |
| Wiped’em out like Mr. Clean |
| I lived a dream thinkin' I wake up and save the day |
| That’s all I came to say |
| Now I’ma drink the pain away |
| Life ain’t shit but liquor & splittin' L’s |
| Closed off to the outside world in a shell |
| Behind bars feeling more like I’m in a cell |
| Attitude’s like' I don’t give a fuck, |
| Give’em hell (x4) |