sky is the reason why I'd rather live than die If heaven can wait I know I'll get by I'd rather live than die I always say yes Though I mean no
come back get me I'd rather be in jail than to have my father hit me My parents walked in I got my grip, I said, "Ah, Mom, Dad, how was your trip?"
vacation to get me I'd rather be in jail than to have my father hit me My parents walked in And I got my grip, I said, "Ah, Mom, Dad, how was your trip
My grandfather was my dad and when he died it hurt And as I hold back the tears my eye-wells swell I been praying for heaven, I been living in hell
I.P., and Bun [Hook] [Bun B] Bitch I'm coming live from the trunk and I thrive on the funk 'cause I'd rather die like a man than survive like a punk I
essence Messin' around with the wrong crowd, I learned my lesson Stressin' all the things that I have not I pray to God I get my uncle out the crack spot I
when i'm done playing with my dogs" sometimes the world is dark and cold and no matter what i'm told i'm scared and i'm alone and i'm five years old
Sometimes I tell you the way that I feel I swear that I'm going crazy Keep telling myself, it ain't that big a deal It's better than pushing up daisies
get me I'd rather be in jail, than to have my father hit me My parents walked in and I got my grip I said, "Uh mom, dad, how was your trip?" They didn
vacation to get me I'd rather be in jail than to have my father hit me My parents walked in I got my grip, I said, "Ah, mom, dad, how was your trip?"
go home" I didn't know that I would sometimes be hungry I didn't know that I would miss my bed when I sleep I told my mom and my dad that I was happy
for a Zebco rod and reel She won the Junior Bass Masters Tourney And I just ate oatmeal, and I'm afraid I might hurl Daddy, please, please take the girl" I'd rather
of my dad wouldn't recognize my mother And now I'm so obsessed with this money I be earning I'm sicker than the fucking germans All I see is green like
Real niggas fuck with real niggas, everyday Live niggas fuck with live niggas, everyday Real bitches fuck with real bitches, everyday Live bitches fuck with live bitches, everyday I don't live like you, I
I finally found a passion I lacked before I cant believe I didn't catch you under the act before I mean I voiced my complaints. That went ignored A few
to my wig Half naked while I jot this Lounging in my boxers Dreaming Tahiti, even settle for the Bahamas I get a boner When I'm asleep dreaming that I
dad Mother may I take one step into the game The streets know my name The fame I had it before, when i approach my lifestyle, more potent than dope I
don't know shit I'm still knockin' 'em out Knockin' 'em dead Did what I said 'Cause I'd rather be dead I'd rather be dead I'd rather be dead no
