Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Everyday We Grow, artist - Mr. Lil One. Album song Voices, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 05.03.2012
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Digital Multimedia Group
Song language: English
Everyday We Grow |
I wanna dedicate this song |
To anybody that’s ever felt pain |
Anybody that’s ever went through sorrow |
Anybody that’s ever went through change |
This is from me to you |
Ha Ha here we go… |
It’s amazing, no longer am I raising hell up on the streets |
I got a child up in the creep homie |
I’m only seventeen, I’m still a young man |
I’m in the streets watching fools get sprung man |
I’m wearing jail clothes, my mother rose |
Taught me how the wind blows, my mother knows |
All about the struggles, all about the troubles |
All about your pain every time I hear the rain |
I cry and I cry to the clouds up in the sky |
And oh how I wish that you would’ve never died |
I wish that you were here, I wish that you could see |
The man that I’ve become, I got a little one |
I named her after you, and all because of you |
I sit here and I write this, everyday I fight this… situation |
Damn how I miss you, wherever you may be I know that God blessed you |
Everyday we grow everyday it shows |
Give yourself a little bit of time and you’ll find |
You best believe (best believe best believe) that |
Cause if you don’t then you lose |
Now a few years passed, and I’ve grown to be a man |
No longer set tripping I got myself a plan |
It’s all about the money, it’s all about the G’s |
It’s all about me providing for my family |
I had a little pad, my daughter called me Dad |
My lady always said never did I have a care |
My life was the bomb, I had it going on |
But never did I think I’d have to put it in a song |
Staying out late, making mistakes |
Hanging out with no-good Nicklebag Snakes |
Taking them for granted, and no I didn’t plan it |
But till the day they’re gone is the day you’ll understand it |
Now I drink booze, still I won’t lose |
Wanna be a fighter, a gangster-rap writer |
A fool from the streets making sure you get the creeps |
Every single time that I pop up in your mind |
Everyday we grow everyday it shows |
Give yourself a little bit of time and you’ll find |
You best believe (best believe best believe) that |
Cause if you don’t then you lose |
Well, now it’s ninety-nine, I’m running out of time |
But still I see these fools always throwing up their signs |
Sit and reminisce, about the Smith and Wesson |
And how I will be quick to show these fools a lesson |
Not that I won’t G, but I best be |
Well aware of all the time that I won’t see |
Twenty-five, thirty with an L, trying to a daddy from a cell |
«Farewell,» is what you better say to the one you’re thinking of |
Is what you better say to the woman that you love |
Cause now you got some issues, and even though you miss her |
She will find another mother fucker to kiss her |
Another one to hug, another one to love her |
And every single day, doing time, you’re thinking of her |
Watch what you do, and who you do it to |
Cause way before you know, they’ll do it back to you |
Everyday we grow everyday it shows |
Give yourself a little bit of time and you’ll find |
You best believe (best believe best believe) that |
Cause if you don’t then you lose |