Текст песни Z-Ro f Lyrical 187 - Sometimes I Ride
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[Lyrical 187]I`m having a hard time, getting a grasp on realityWithout that weed or mad at me, for shit I did before I reached my 20`sIf I knew then what I`m feeling now, how much shit I go through byLiving my life so recklessly, surprised they didn`t kill meDon`t think I didn`t try it a couple times, but I surround byLiving even more cautious, and them cats we lost in drive by`sSitting beside your car at night, at odds I`m able to shoot firstBut just pull it out and show it to you, and smack you with it firstReduced to a comic book, somebody need to throw the book at himHit your crib steal your ride, with talons we could shoot atLook at that, boy use to be in the church choirWhat`s wrong with him now, he just out there running wildCan`t tell him nothing, boy why you pop up with all that stuffWhy them people, keep knocking at the door at night so muchAdolescent thug nation, been up in me from the startEyes bloody red from hydro, and now it`s getting dark][Hook]Sometimes I ride(sometimes I ride, all alone I need to get away)Trying to clear my mind(trying to clear my mind, from all the stress and the drama in my life)I`m so high(I`m so high I`m so thoed, rolling cruise control)And I`m so tired(I`m so tired, of motherfuckers trying to take over my life)[Z-Ro]If you could see what I see, you`d prolly close your eyes tightI witnessed motherfuckers get murdered, in broad daylightMy life is a movie rated R, for really fucked upBlowing my feddy on do-do, I`m down to my last buckLosing my mind, looking at everybody like they evilI stay solo, don`t even go kick it with my peopleI ain`t capping, but I`m slapped up and I`m ready ro clickI`m not trying to have a good time, nothing but feddy that`s itCause nigga, cash rules everything around meWithout it in my pocket, motherfuckers try to down meWhenever I try to go get it, the laws surround meTake away my name give me a number, and take me to the CountyA soldier with them party packs, I`m coming out to leave`Fore I get started, I caught you cause I`m running out of weedNow I can relax, cause I got a sack of that shitFlipping and tripping, fifteens beating in the back of that bitch[Hook][Z-Ro]I gotta ride sometimes, and I cry sometimesCause for no reason at all, partnas die sometimesIt`s fucking with my brain, so heavy I can`t stand upI screaming Lord have mercy Jesus, and throwing my hands upI`m all alone, ain`t nobody been ringing my phoneNo socializing with them bitches, never bringing em homeIt could be a set up, I get wet up and become a memoryFuck the whole wide world, it`s either them or meI`m one of them boys with a gun, on the cut late at nightEverybody bring me they soft, because I bake it rightAt a playa price, I`m on a money making missionNever gave no Expedition, side panels full of chickensRiding high, make sure to do the speed limitAin`t no flying by, cause I don`t wanna give em a reasonCar full of dope, don`t wanna get pulled over for speedingI`d get sent to the Penitentiary, and wouldn`t be leaving[Hook]