歌曲 | Just Tryin Ta Live |
歌手 | Devin the Dude |
专辑 | Just Tryin' Ta Live |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Copeland, Cross, Dean, Ellison ... | |
[Hook:] We need to change our ways | |
Doin the same thing we did yesterday | |
Making beats, getting high | |
Chasing freaks, feeling fine | |
It's just the same old shit | |
But I think we ain't gone quit | |
Makin a rhyme, climbing the hill | |
Staying alive, just tryin ta live [Verse 1:] | |
It's a constant struggle, but brothers gotta keep climbing | |
People be thinking this shit is simple and simon | |
Lookin at my wrist to see the position that | |
I'm in Kinda clothes | |
I'm wearing, the type of car that | |
I'm drivin | |
I been strivin | |
With damn near nothing to fight with | |
Flashlight, nightstick, ain't no blowin up right quick | |
Type shit, | |
I just write shit, hopin it might hit | |
So I can make a living, but there some who don't like it | |
But I... I really don't give a mother**** | |
A nigga's tryin to get another buck | |
The legal way that people say what they want em | |
But I'm gonna, smoking drinkin **** with these freaks | |
Til I Find | |
One Like Wilona | |
On a mission | |
Every day wishin and prayin | |
Can't be kidding and playing | |
Fast break missing the laying | |
So what you saying? | |
Man we need to make these beats, **** these freaks, fire these sweets [Hook] [Verse 2:] | |
Constantly asking me to change my ways | |
But the way | |
I'm acting now is the way | |
I'm acting since the first day | |
But the sumas to | |
Vics [?] smoke blunts significant others man | |
Ya'll can't stop the jump up for pound with these brothers | |
It's a rough long climb up the hill to the top | |
Giving it all that we got | |
As we proceed to wreck shop | |
And it's the same shit, | |
Ain't shit changed since 94' | |
You see the scorn left the scene | |
And paid the circle back to let you know | |
Gotta get my paper bro | |
If I can't | |
I'm a let it do | |
We coming back for mo, and kicking the hinges off your door. (Kickin the hinges off your door) | |
And life is so lunt slunt | |
Reality hits bluntly | |
Amongst all these issues we grind, cause the rents due monthly | |
But everything you do is certain consequences | |
I know there is more than this is a | |
Piz and hes three dimensions | |
I'm just trying to hold it down and maintain my existence | |
Let's put something down right here and we can do it with persistence | |
I'm knowing it's real cause | |
I can feel it in the distance (talk to me) | |
Man listen | |
It's like old folks that get settle in their ways | |
And it pays for one to be wise these days | |
Not afraid | |
Smoke one is my typical habitual ritual | |
That let this music and these words give you a visual | |
Come Now! [Hook] [Verse 3:] | |
Now I'm just tryin to gain green (I'm doing the same thing) | |
Them hoes don't wanna see me live (They all wishing to change thing) | |
All doing some strange things | |
But leemee [?] | |
Rico I know | |
My baby mama keep them crooked police booking my dough | |
Looking for dough (What you got?) | |
Nothing but beer, plus | |
I got these ****ing lyrics | |
I wrote You mean them niggaz ****ing with you by flows | |
You make em count by zeros (Ain't they some hoes?) | |
Hell yeh! | |
I know, all up in a nigga shit | |
****in with your women get, with it | |
Come on my nigga, ya'll stay committed | |
Spit it If you ain't got a nigga get it | |
Flip it Stay the same dog, never quit it | |
Dig it, Dig it [Hook] |
zuo qu : Copeland, Cross, Dean, Ellison ... | |
Hook: We need to change our ways | |
Doin the same thing we did yesterday | |
Making beats, getting high | |
Chasing freaks, feeling fine | |
It' s just the same old shit | |
But I think we ain' t gone quit | |
Makin a rhyme, climbing the hill | |
Staying alive, just tryin ta live Verse 1: | |
It' s a constant struggle, but brothers gotta keep climbing | |
People be thinking this shit is simple and simon | |
Lookin at my wrist to see the position that | |
I' m in Kinda clothes | |
I' m wearing, the type of car that | |
I' m drivin | |
I been strivin | |
With damn near nothing to fight with | |
Flashlight, nightstick, ain' t no blowin up right quick | |
Type shit, | |
I just write shit, hopin it might hit | |
So I can make a living, but there some who don' t like it | |
But I... I really don' t give a mother | |
A nigga' s tryin to get another buck | |
The legal way that people say what they want em | |
But I' m gonna, smoking drinkin with these freaks | |
Til I Find | |
One Like Wilona | |
On a mission | |
Every day wishin and prayin | |
Can' t be kidding and playing | |
Fast break missing the laying | |
So what you saying? | |
Man we need to make these beats, these freaks, fire these sweets Hook Verse 2: | |
Constantly asking me to change my ways | |
But the way | |
I' m acting now is the way | |
I' m acting since the first day | |
But the sumas to | |
Vics ? smoke blunts significant others man | |
Ya' ll can' t stop the jump up for pound with these brothers | |
It' s a rough long climb up the hill to the top | |
Giving it all that we got | |
As we proceed to wreck shop | |
And it' s the same shit, | |
Ain' t shit changed since 94' | |
You see the scorn left the scene | |
And paid the circle back to let you know | |
Gotta get my paper bro | |
If I can' t | |
I' m a let it do | |
We coming back for mo, and kicking the hinges off your door. Kickin the hinges off your door | |
And life is so lunt slunt | |
Reality hits bluntly | |
Amongst all these issues we grind, cause the rents due monthly | |
But everything you do is certain consequences | |
I know there is more than this is a | |
Piz and hes three dimensions | |
I' m just trying to hold it down and maintain my existence | |
Let' s put something down right here and we can do it with persistence | |
I' m knowing it' s real cause | |
I can feel it in the distance talk to me | |
Man listen | |
It' s like old folks that get settle in their ways | |
And it pays for one to be wise these days | |
Not afraid | |
Smoke one is my typical habitual ritual | |
That let this music and these words give you a visual | |
Come Now! Hook Verse 3: | |
Now I' m just tryin to gain green I' m doing the same thing | |
Them hoes don' t wanna see me live They all wishing to change thing | |
All doing some strange things | |
But leemee ? | |
Rico I know | |
My baby mama keep them crooked police booking my dough | |
Looking for dough What you got? | |
Nothing but beer, plus | |
I got these ing lyrics | |
I wrote You mean them niggaz ing with you by flows | |
You make em count by zeros Ain' t they some hoes? | |
Hell yeh! | |
I know, all up in a nigga shit | |
in with your women get, with it | |
Come on my nigga, ya' ll stay committed | |
Spit it If you ain' t got a nigga get it | |
Flip it Stay the same dog, never quit it | |
Dig it, Dig it Hook |
zuò qǔ : Copeland, Cross, Dean, Ellison ... | |
Hook: We need to change our ways | |
Doin the same thing we did yesterday | |
Making beats, getting high | |
Chasing freaks, feeling fine | |
It' s just the same old shit | |
But I think we ain' t gone quit | |
Makin a rhyme, climbing the hill | |
Staying alive, just tryin ta live Verse 1: | |
It' s a constant struggle, but brothers gotta keep climbing | |
People be thinking this shit is simple and simon | |
Lookin at my wrist to see the position that | |
I' m in Kinda clothes | |
I' m wearing, the type of car that | |
I' m drivin | |
I been strivin | |
With damn near nothing to fight with | |
Flashlight, nightstick, ain' t no blowin up right quick | |
Type shit, | |
I just write shit, hopin it might hit | |
So I can make a living, but there some who don' t like it | |
But I... I really don' t give a mother | |
A nigga' s tryin to get another buck | |
The legal way that people say what they want em | |
But I' m gonna, smoking drinkin with these freaks | |
Til I Find | |
One Like Wilona | |
On a mission | |
Every day wishin and prayin | |
Can' t be kidding and playing | |
Fast break missing the laying | |
So what you saying? | |
Man we need to make these beats, these freaks, fire these sweets Hook Verse 2: | |
Constantly asking me to change my ways | |
But the way | |
I' m acting now is the way | |
I' m acting since the first day | |
But the sumas to | |
Vics ? smoke blunts significant others man | |
Ya' ll can' t stop the jump up for pound with these brothers | |
It' s a rough long climb up the hill to the top | |
Giving it all that we got | |
As we proceed to wreck shop | |
And it' s the same shit, | |
Ain' t shit changed since 94' | |
You see the scorn left the scene | |
And paid the circle back to let you know | |
Gotta get my paper bro | |
If I can' t | |
I' m a let it do | |
We coming back for mo, and kicking the hinges off your door. Kickin the hinges off your door | |
And life is so lunt slunt | |
Reality hits bluntly | |
Amongst all these issues we grind, cause the rents due monthly | |
But everything you do is certain consequences | |
I know there is more than this is a | |
Piz and hes three dimensions | |
I' m just trying to hold it down and maintain my existence | |
Let' s put something down right here and we can do it with persistence | |
I' m knowing it' s real cause | |
I can feel it in the distance talk to me | |
Man listen | |
It' s like old folks that get settle in their ways | |
And it pays for one to be wise these days | |
Not afraid | |
Smoke one is my typical habitual ritual | |
That let this music and these words give you a visual | |
Come Now! Hook Verse 3: | |
Now I' m just tryin to gain green I' m doing the same thing | |
Them hoes don' t wanna see me live They all wishing to change thing | |
All doing some strange things | |
But leemee ? | |
Rico I know | |
My baby mama keep them crooked police booking my dough | |
Looking for dough What you got? | |
Nothing but beer, plus | |
I got these ing lyrics | |
I wrote You mean them niggaz ing with you by flows | |
You make em count by zeros Ain' t they some hoes? | |
Hell yeh! | |
I know, all up in a nigga shit | |
in with your women get, with it | |
Come on my nigga, ya' ll stay committed | |
Spit it If you ain' t got a nigga get it | |
Flip it Stay the same dog, never quit it | |
Dig it, Dig it Hook |