Texty:
Four Year Strong Other

[Originally by Blink 182] It's understood, I said it many ways Too scared to run, I'm too scared to stay I said I'd leave, but I could never leave

Head under water And you tell me To breathe easy for awhile The breathing gets harder Even I know that Made room for me It's too soon to see If

I got up and made my way to the door and I dropped my conscience on the way out I turned and I looked back down on the floor But my conscience wasn't

him way back when he used to roller skate And now my son is four years old I really gots ta give the real and try to play the father's role Because these years

we live Dope just [unverified] and can't stop me from gettin' this paper Nineteen years a closet full of gators Platinumed out chain begets around my charm One hundred fifty shots, shots four

that shit, man Thirty nine motherfuckers already got scooped up Indicted, word, I'm bird eye viewing it right now Out there out the motherfucking window) You got the strong

we milk 'em this year Ya'll niggaz straight soft, like silk in this here My niggaz came off, ran hard for 10 years But this time around, we got a new

to run into the streets paved with gold We have lived in the zoo of the ghetto for so long And like animals we kill each other for the hatred of others

suckin' my dick Niggaz is family now, and we stand strong Thirty niggaz on six blocks, makin' the cash long Shit is good, because niggaz gettin' what they been wantin' And we see the same shit, other