He wears high trimmed pants Stripes are really yellow Love will make you drink and gamble Make you stay out all night long I'll stay home everyday It turns off and on My man don't love me Treats me oh so mean My man he don't love me

My iron lung If you're frightened You can be frightened Faith, you're driving me away You do it everyday You don't mean it but it hurts like hell My brain says I'm receiving pain A lack of oxygen from my life support We're too young to fall asleep

Some bridges burned Lessons learned But there were lessons learned Oh, some pages turned And every tear that had to fall from my eyes Everyday I wonder how I get through the night Every change life has thrown me I'm thankful for every break in my heart

Everyday I'm hustlin' Hustle, hustlin' hustlin' Everyday I'm, everyday I'm Everyday I'm, everyday I'm, everyday I'm hustlin' Everyday I'm hustlin' hustlin' Who the fuck you think you fuckin' with, I'm the fuckin' boss Seven forty-five, white on white

Bore him it might But he won't leave my sight for a glance. In every way, everyday i need less of myself. 'cause his is the only music that makes me dance. I know he's around When the sky and the ground started ringing. I know that he's near By the

I promise that I won't give up on you They say outta sight means outta mind But that couldn't be further from the truth I'm still in love with you Wherever you are, no matter how far 'Cause I'm in love with you Everyday at twilight When the sun turns red

Down at the local laundromat I'm gettin' madder everyday You been meetin' your man, baby I say, you been meetin' your man, baby I've done got wise An' daddy ain't goin' for that Early every mornin' You grab your old blouse or two Yeah, you get up early

On est focus sur nos dièses Le premier qui bouge, on le baise Personne ne touche à nos dièses Dans ma banlieue, c'est la guérilla (guérilla) Et ça pue le crime dans le hood, everyday je prends une arme (prends une arme) Cassage de gueule, t'inquiète pas,

I don't wanna live no more Sometimes I hear death knocking at my front door I'm living every day like a hustle, another drug to juggle Another day, another struggle I know how it feel to wake up fucked up Pockets broke as hell, another rock to sell

If you wonder why (why I live my life) The way that I do ('cause I got to get this money) So don't worry about me (don't worry, don't worry worry) I'm just hustlin' everyday, runnin this race, makin this paper This one is for my brother, Tyree, R.I.P A