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august - tears of joy lyrics

[rick ross – verse 1]
smoking the best spliff in a brand new benz no i’d on the track let the story begin. begin…
lookin in the mirror but i don’t see much
staring in the streets so i don’t sleep much
watching the snakes so they don’t creep up
but the way i’m gettin dis money n-gg-z can’t keep up
u n-gg-z can’t keep up
n-gg-z got beef but it can’t be much
i’m still walking through the crowds like i can’t be touched
top back all black gretzky puck
ice skater little later might let me f-ck
d-mn, she might let me f-ck
last night i cried tears of joy
wat did i do to deserve this
vacheron on my wrist a year ago
i didn’t even know that b-tches exist
quarter milli for the motherf-cker
no insurance on a motherf-cker
ain’t life a b-tch, but you gotta keep her wet
keys open doors so i gotta keep a set
everybody knows i’ma a lot of people’s threats
biggie smalls in the flesh living life after my death
yesterday i read my horoscope
tell me lord will i be poor and broke
tell me lord will i be dealing dope
i wanna take my momma to the pocanoes

[chorus:]
goodbye
to all the loved ones i leave behind
at least they can’t see me cry
and i ask when someone wants to be me, why?
thought having everything would ease my mind
if you could read my mind
my god, i’m scared
i have tattooed tears of joy

[rick ross – verse 2]
last night i cried tears of joy
what did i do to deserve this
young rich motherf-cker still uneducated but dammit a n-gg- made it
god d-mn a n-gg- made it cremated in the church lord knows i’m blessed
5 different lawyers so you know i’m stressed
a punch in the face get you 300k
ask glad now he back making minimum wage
another victim of my criminal ways
i wanna walk in the image of christ
but that b-tch vivica nice
and i’m still swimming in ice
i’m just living my life
i’m just living my life
lease a lamborghini for your p-ssy rate
life is just a p-ssy race
sn-tch a b-tch take her back to your place
next mourning i can tell you how the p-ssy taste
i got expensive taste

[chorus]

[rick ross – verse 3]
last night i cried tears of joy
what did we do to deserve this
not to dwell on the the past but to keep it real i gotta represent for emmit till
all the dead souls in the field
lookin at my rolly it’s about that time
white man had a problem wit mine
and we suppose 2 be shy? (shy, shy)
the revolution still applies
probably still on the rise

[chorus]

- august lyrics

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