What's understood ain't gotta be explained Baby you understand me now If sometimes you see that I'm mad Don't you know no one alive can always be an angel When everything goes wrong, you see some bad But I'm just a soul whose intentions are good Oh lord

Yeah, gotta say what's up to my nigga Slick Rick For those who don't like it, eat a dick But for those who with me, sing that shit As it go a little something like this La Di Da Di, we likes to party We don't cause trouble, we don't bother nobody We're,

And I don't care what they say about you baby They don't know what you've been through Nobody knows the way that I know her, said She got a bad reputation Trust me, I could be the one to treat you like a lady Let me see what's underneath, all I need is

I thought we would always be together The love we shared was gonna last forever Once I was your one and only Now here I sit, mister lonely He'll hold you tonight, but I won't What's he got that I don't The one thing I thought I'd never lose He's got you

It's got to get better in a little while. Don't you know what's wrong with me? I'm seeing things I don't want to see. Sniffing things that ain't no good for me. I'm going down fast, won't you say a prayer for me? The sun's got to shine on my guitar

It's got to get better in a little while. Don't you know what's wrong with me? I'm seeing things I don't want to see. Sniffing things that ain't no good for me. I'm going down fast, won't you say a prayer for me? The sun's got to shine on my guitar

It's times like this, but time's run out But for now I don't see what's so wrong with pretending It's true I thought you knew. This place reminds me of, A time that's way too old. These thoughts have gathered up the memories unfold. Believe her, it's all

You better, you better, you better I do it nice, seven days a week Like oh my, oh my, oh my God I don't do nothing for free you know I got to charge When I'm done, they be like you better When that check come I be like I pull up, like what's up,

Hope these niggas don't play with me Trap house 3 got a K with me And 3 young niggas that stay with me 'Cause my Mak 90 stay with me Trap house, trap house, trap house, trap What’s happening nigga Trap House 3, fuck nigga What’s happening? Ay T come out

It's got to get better in a little while. Don't you know what's wrong with me? I'm seeing things I don't want to see. Sniffing things that ain't no good for me. I'm going down fast, won't you say a prayer for me? The sun's got to shine on my guitar