| I’m having a hard time, getting a grasp on reality
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| Without that weed or mad at me, for shit I did before I reached my 20's
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| If I knew then what I’m feeling now, how much shit I go through by
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| Living my life so recklessly, surprised they didn’t kill me
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| Don’t think I didn’t try it a couple times, but I surround by
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| Living even more cautious, and them cats we lost in drive by’s
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| Sitting beside your car at night, at odds I’m able to shoot first
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| But just pull it out and show it to you, and smack you with it first
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| Reduced to a comic book, somebody need to throw the book at him
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| Hit your crib steal your ride, with talons we could shoot at
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| Look at that, boy use to be in the church choir
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| What’s wrong with him now, he just out there running wild
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| Can’t tell him nothing, boy why you pop up with all that stuff
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| Why them people, keep knocking at the door at night so much
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| Adolescent thug nation, been up in me from the start
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| Eyes bloody red from hydro, and now it’s getting dark]
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| Sometimes I ride
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| (sometimes I ride, all alone I need to get away)
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| Trying to clear my mind
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| (trying to clear my mind, from all the stress and the drama in my life)
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| I’m so high
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| (I'm so high I’m so thoed, rolling cruise control)
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| And I’m so tired
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| (I'm so tired, of motherfuckers trying to take over my life)
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| If you could see what I see, you’d prolly close your eyes tight
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| I witnessed motherfuckers get murdered, in broad daylight
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| My life is a movie rated R, for really fucked up
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| Blowing my feddy on do-do, I’m down to my last buck
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| Losing my mind, looking at everybody like they evil
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| I stay solo, don’t even go kick it with my people
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| I ain’t capping, but I’m slapped up and I’m ready ro click
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| I’m not trying to have a good time, nothing but feddy that’s it
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| Cause nigga, cash rules everything around me
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| Without it in my pocket, motherfuckers try to down me
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| Whenever I try to go get it, the laws surround me
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| Take away my name give me a number, and take me to the County
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| A soldier with them party packs, I’m coming out to leave
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| 'Fore I get started, I caught you cause I’m running out of weed
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| Now I can relax, cause I got a sack of that shit
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| Flipping and tripping, fifteens beating in the back of that bitch
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| I gotta ride sometimes, and I cry sometimes
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| Cause for no reason at all, partnas die sometimes
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| It’s fucking with my brain, so heavy I can’t stand up
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| I screaming Lord have mercy Jesus, and throwing my hands up
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| I’m all alone, ain’t nobody been ringing my phone
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| No socializing with them bitches, never bringing em home
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| It could be a set up, I get wet up and become a memory
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| Fuck the whole wide world, it’s either them or me
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| I’m one of them boys with a gun, on the cut late at night
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| Everybody bring me they soft, because I bake it right
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| At a playa price, I’m on a money making mission
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| Never gave no Expedition, side panels full of chickens
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| Riding high, make sure to do the speed limit
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| Ain’t no flying by, cause I don’t wanna give em a reason
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| Car full of dope, don’t wanna get pulled over for speeding
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| I’d get sent to the Penitentiary, and wouldn’t be leaving |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Sometimes I Ride, artist - Z-Ro. Album song A Bad Azz Mix Tape, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп