a b c d e f g h i j k l m n o p q r s t u v w x y z 0 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 #

criss jrumz - good music lyrics

its gotcha losing control
its like food for the soul
its like speaking with ghosts
it kinda… gotcha…

won’t you look in my eyes, tell me you’re never wrong
i put this energy in every song
remember, when i was in 4th place
missing them court cases
lost in a fork in the road
forced to walk straight
made him higher than the divorce rate, its all fake
that snake love, its all hate
same ones who looked out got took out
family crying on why he had to take the crook route
just keep ya head up boy dont always look south
could’ve been worse
if ya honor never threw that book out
shook out the demons
deep inside the body
an islamic rastafarian, i be in
all ya monitors
hollering for a dollar
just to survive the manana
im so far beyond scarred
it dont even seem to bother
but, the father molded me
shaped and he scolded me
told me everything will be ok
the minute he told me
i froze and stood focused
whatever was approaching me
was gonna be the defining moment
of who im supposed to be
and those close to me
they noticed the growth
everybody real, supposedly
but speak of you jokily
when you broke, throwing cheese to ya folks, ain’t doin much
but spewing up liquor
cigarrettes cess and cuban blunts
was the regular, we all in a daze
but if it wasn’t for yall
i’d be balled up in a cage
or maybe tossed in the flames
for the fortune and fame we do it all in the name of good music
its good music
i guess my life and pain is just the type that makes for good music

gotcha losing control
its like food for the soul
its like speaking with ghosts
it kinda reaches n eases
want the people to know…its gold music
its gotcha losing control
its like food for the soul
its like speaking with ghosts
it kinda reaches n eases
want the people to know…its gold music

and who remembers all them hard times?
wonder if i come up short
will god cry?
we all try
would you forget love
just for a small dime
or would you recall a time
way before you was nine
fore you figured out how a rhyme
gotta get on your grind
this life i gotta live it alive my
spirit and pride
is gone be here for a while
ive tried and failed
and sometimes succeded
need to see this image for self and not repeat it, delete it
erased from memory
replaced by the taste of cheap waste
and hennessey
hhowever breif our time here is golden
holding on to every single moment owever breif our time here is golden
holding on to every single moment

- criss jrumz lyrics

Random Lyrics

HOT LYRICS