The Script - Times like these lyrics

Paroles de la chanson Times Like These : Throw dirt on me and grow a wildflower But it's "f** the world", get a child out her Yeah, my life a b**h, but you know nothing bout her Been to hell and back, I can show you vouchers I'm rolling Sweets, I'm smoking sour Married to the game but she broke her vows That's why my bars are full of broken bottles And my night stands are full of open Bibles I think about more than I forget But I don't go around fire expecting not to sweat And these n***as know I lay them down, make their bed b**hes try to kick me while I'm down: I'll break your leg Money outweighing problems on the triple beam I'm sticking to the script, you n***as skipping scenes Be good or be good at it f**ing right I've got my gun, semi-Cartermatic Yeah, put a dick in their mouth, so I guess it's "f** what they say" I'm high as a b**h: up, up and away Man, I come down in a couple of days OK, you want me up in the cage, then I'll come out in beast mode I got this world stuck in the safe, combination is the G-code It's Weezy motherf**er, blood gang and I'm in bleed mode All about my dough but I don't even check the peephole So you can keep knocking but won't knock me down No love lost, no love found It's a little too late to say that you're sorry now You kicked me when I was down f** what you say, just (don't hurt me, don't hurt me no more) That's right b**h: and I don't need you, don't want to see you b**h you get (no love) You show me nothing but hate You ran me into the ground But what comes around goes around I don't need you (don't hurt me) You (don't hurt me no more) That's right, and I don't need you, don't want to see you You get (no love) b**h you get (no love) And I don't need you Get em I'm alive again More alive than I have been in my whole entire life I can see these people's ears perk up as I begin To spaz with the pen, I'm a little bit sicker than most sh**'s finna get thick again They say the competition is stiff But I get a hard dick from this sh**, now stick it in I ain't never giving in again Cuss into the wind, complete freedom Look at these rappers, how I treat them So why the f** would I join them when I beat them? They call me a freak because I like to spit on these pussies fore I eat them Man get these whack co*ks**ers off stage Where the f** is Kanye when you need him? Snatch the mic from him, b**h I'mma let you finish in a minute Yeah the rap is tight But I'm f**ing with the greatest verse of all time So you might want to go back to the lab tonight and um Scribble out them rhymes you were going to spit And start over from scratch and write new ones But I'm afraid that it ain't gonna make no difference When I rip this stage and tear it in half tonight It's an adrenaline rush to feel the ba** thump In the place all the way to the parking lot, fellow Set fire to the mic and ignite the crowd You can see the sparks from hot metal Cold-hearted from the day I Bogarted the game I so started to rock fellow When I'm not even in my harshest You can still get roasted because Marsh is not mellow Til I'm toppling from the top I'm not going to stop I'm standing on my Monopoly board That means I'm on top of my game and it don't stop Til my hip don't hop anymore When you so good that you can't say it Because it ain't even cool for you to sound co*ky anymore People just get sick cause you spit These fools can't drool or dribble a drop anymore And you can never break my stride You never slow the momentum; at any moment I'm about to blow You'll never take my pride k**ing the flow, slow venom and the opponent Is getting no mercy, mark my words Ain't letting up, relentless I smell blood, I don't give a f**: keep giving them hell Where was you when I fell and needed help up? You get no love Nate Mendel, Christopher A. Shiflett, Dave Grohl, Taylor Hawkins Flying Earform Music, Living Under A Rock Music, Mj Twelve Music, I Love The Punk Rock Music