Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song I Don't Know Why (feat. Mo B Dick), artist - Mia x. Date of issue: 31.12.1996
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
I Don't Know Why (feat. Mo B Dick) |
| Ooh, ooh, ooh, hey yeah, ahh no |
| So much yeah, ooh |
| There’s so much trouble in my life |
| Sometimes it gets so bad I just breakdown and cry |
| I got my rent to pay and it’s overdue |
| Don’t wanna sale my body just to make it through |
| You see I can’t depend upon no man |
| To be responsible or even understand |
| It’s just the way it is at this point and time |
| Sometimes it gets so scared unless it blows my mind |
| Me and my homegirls, we got a plan |
| Every night at seven we’ll take things in our own hands |
| Now we can play around, let’s make some ends |
| I got my hustle on cause money’s my best friend |
| I wanna be stress free, rest easy at night |
| But there’s so much drama goin' on in my life |
| These days, nights missed get you labeled naive |
| And commons get taking for stupidity |
| So I keep my guard up in this macho world |
| Cause everybody’s running game on mama’s little girl |
| We getting babies from shady, wanna-be playas |
| Who wanna lay us, stick ya, hit ya, forget ya while we stay up |
| Crying till our eyes are swollen |
| Single mothers got the weight of the world on they shoulders |
| Want em' to hold us and tell us it’s gon' be alright |
| Even the hardest sister needs a good man in her life |
| I paid the price and my life is still in a damper |
| After times of dirty dancing, get the babies pampers |
| And don’t talk about the welfare and how they knock us |
| Knowing that chunp change can’t provide nothing proper |
| While the doctors give us new-age birth control |
| They make the swollen to skinny |
| Bleeding constantly or missing monthly, scrapping pennies |
| While my kid’s daddy slinging those Z’s |
| But ain’t doing shit for neither one of these |
| Should I ease up, grab a case, and set it off like Jada |
| Break with the paper, get in a comfort zone from pullin' capers |
| Makes us wanna holler, scream, and shout and say |
| Oh father, why I got live this way |
| I don’t know why I live this way (I don’t know why I live this way) |
| I don’t know why I live this way (Ooh, ooh, ooh, yeah, yeah) |
| I don’t know why I live this way (I don’t know why I live this way) |
| I don’t know why I live this way (Don't know why, I live this way) |
| All my sisters keep ya head up, we ain’t giving up without a fight |
| There’s been a struggle but pretty soon we gonna bubble |
| Though trouble be knocking on my door like every 24−7 |
| Heaven knows that I like to keep the bills in check and |
| Letting my kids down on they birthday |
| Gnaws at my heart and tears me apart |
| Can’t let it go like this |
| Racing through the malls at Christmas time, Babylon |
| Got my mind on trip, December 25th ain’t gotta bit |
| To do with Christ or his birth |
| Greedy devils give us pagan, holler |
| And profit off us give praise for better days |
| Better be ahead of what I said |
| Third, I can see I can destroy the mental chains on our enslaved brains |
| Cocaine, be the aim, be the means of profit |
| But logically it tells me I’m going to jail and getting killed |
| Oh well, I gotta do what I gotta |
| Until a new day when I don’t have to ask why I live this way |