| Ain’t no good life
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| Not the one that I lead
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| 'Cause the more I fight the sadness, yeah
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| It only seems the more that I grieve
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| Well I look back on the good times
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| As some lost part of me
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| I wanna know, tell me why is it so
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| Well just because I don’t pray
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| Lord, that don’t mean I ain’t forgiven
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| Just 'cause I’m alive
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| That don’t mean I’m makin’a livin'
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| I’m gonna get myself together
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| I’m gonna try a dyin’attempt
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| Talkin’about the good times slippin’by
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| Yeah I tell ya I don’t even know where last month went
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| Well I can’t make no money baby
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| Well 'cause my money’s already spent
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| And I know where it went
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| I said it went on that damn rent
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| Well I don’t mean change, baby
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| I mean foldin’money
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| Well I want lovin', said I don’t need a buddy
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| I don’t need nobody, now
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| Ain’t exactly my idea
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| Its sort of old, borrowed and blue
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| Just tryin’to say
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| Don’t try that straight life buddy
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| Oh you’ll find it kind of hard on you
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| Women, don’t try to cook nothin’up, ooh
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| Brother you know you’ll only wind up in your own stew
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| Just don’t let nobody tell you, oh what you oughta do |