Lyrics Tsu Surf – Who Woulda Thought
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Tsu Surf:
My love be feeling like the walls be closing in this shit
Raised by the block, some won’t make it out
Get a shot, make it count
Rough times, something to pray about
And he never found faith, was laying them pound cakes
We lacking a father figure, your daddy be down state
Moving on the missions while your moms sleep
Why the fuck don’t time sleep?
You can lose your life over this concrete
The dream of the better sentence, it rarely be getting sunny
They love when you doing bad, they change when you getting money
Your homie ain’t coming back
They calling me weather strapped
This life, it be moving fast
They love you then love ’em back
They hate you then love ’em still
Somebody mixed pain with pills
Everybody wanna play, nobody wanna pay the bills
Lil niggas gun and drill, wonder how his mother feel
Get that phone call, gotta see if it’s her son for real
Out of jurisdiction, whey they see ’em, they gone come to kill
Wintertime, cops got it feeling like the summer still
They’ll suck you dry, bare leach if you let ’em be
Don’t wait for a case to see your dog, ain’t your pedigree
Only nigga I been pressed to see is a better me
Park ’em when I see ’em, life for good, he’ll get hell of sleep
Stash box, stuff it with the blue notes, extended
Them questions came, but we was mute though
The land of the cold-hearted, he want him a bussdown
And he never found faith, was laying them pound cakes
We lacking a father figure, your daddy be down state
Moving on the missions while your moms sleep
Why the fuck don’t time sleep?
You can lose your life over this concrete
The dream of the better sentence, it rarely be getting sunny
They love when you doing bad, they change when you getting money
Your homie ain’t coming back
They calling me weather strapped
This life, it be moving fast
They love you then love ’em back
They hate you then love ’em still
Somebody mixed pain with pills
Everybody wanna play, nobody wanna pay the bills
Lil niggas gun and drill, wonder how his mother feel
Get that phone call, gotta see if it’s her son for real
Out of jurisdiction, whey they see ’em, they gone come to kill
Wintertime, cops got it feeling like the summer still
They’ll suck you dry, bare leach if you let ’em be
Don’t wait for a case to see your dog, ain’t your pedigree
Only nigga I been pressed to see is a better me
Park ’em when I see ’em, life for good, he’ll get hell of sleep
Stash box, stuff it with the blue notes, extended
Them questions came, but we was mute though
The land of the cold-hearted, he want him a bussdown
Close ones distant, shit be like who to trust now