sean auguste - over(problems) lyrics
it’ll all be over
it’ll all be over
it’ll all be over
it’ll all be over
verse 1 (sean)
its been a h-ll of a year
it be days i don’t want to speak, see, or hear
so i been watching my tone
never watching the news
don’t know what to do
bout this wack -ss music and
we miss boomin’ and
to mrs. lewis
our hearts go to you
we can be your son
me and all the guys i hang around really need a mom
we want to have fun, we just don’t got the funds
u ever can’t eat, cuz ya tank is on e
but when i get my check
i’ll take you to tony p’s
take the kids to chuck e cheese
but if you want to leave
there the door baby
i can’t keep having you dipping up in you savings
plus i owe you like a million already
i’m one in a million like repeating aaliyah record
and for the record this what happen when you deal with the god
until we get to heaven know the devils a lie
(word up)
break
verse 2 (k smoov)
too many questions i don’t know where to start
trying to keep myself together, life’s falling apart
and man
i ask god remove some hate from my heart
but at the end of the day we can’t help who we are
you know
live and grow, stick to the script and play ya role
you gotta know to let go of the sh-t you can’t control
and everything takes practice
baby mama full of drama you would think she was an actress
aye, let a n-gga be great and do right by my son
they say karma is a b-tch then you have a baby by one
and d-mn!
i wish my pops could’ve told me that
but the n-gga never was there and i didn’t care if he was coming back
lesson learned and blessings earned i been grown
since a kid you couldn’t tell me sh-t i didn’t know
for many years i felt the tears but never let em’ show
we all go through something just don’t ever get too comfortable
break 2
(cause’ we all got problems0
verse 3 (bmacthequeen)
queen with a sharp pen
baby face, dark skin
pretty smile, eyes low
don’t know where my heart went
lost in the apartment, on 10th ave
i remember becoming my own f-cking pen pal
the writings on the wall, you gon’ be the biggest star
don’t listen to them rappers be cool and stay who you are, that’s a bar
you can’t make in la without a vertebrae
they going crazy in my city i can’t stay another summer in los angeles
pistol poppin cops with body cameras
women & ciroc with flossin amateurs
youngins wildin out & b-tches scandalous
granny mommy daddy family damaged us
christianity saddened us, we waiting for the man to come
yea that melanin finally settled in & they mad at us
yea we black as f-ck, got some knowledge & started adding up
i bet you now they wish they sent us back to africa
me too
cuz now i’m posted out in southern california with a bunch of base heads
ain’t no jackpot, pistol poppin just to stay fed
selling crack rock, papa told me baby play dead
if the feds pull up at the door yo daddy ain’t scared
roll a joint for the f-ckin felons homie
i’m on point like a sucka tellin on me
call it how you see it i ain’t mad at ya
freedom is expensive i need cash faster
amen
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