Corrección Letra China Bus par Deniro Farrar

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Yeah, uh
Sole Food

Wrote this song on the bus ride to NYC (NYC)
Packed full of muhfuckers that look just like me (Just like me)
Ain't no seat belts on that bitch, see, they don't care 'bout we
I'm just another muhfucker that be payin' they fee (That be payin' they fee)
I'm tryna escape my city where they playin' for keeps (Playin' for keeps)
Mind full of evil thoughts, so don't be playin' with me (Don't be playin' with me)
I'm happy to be alive, most of my niggas' deceased (Gone)
It's a war goin' on, shit, I'm prayin' for peace
Hear to wake up all my people, 'cause they're livin' asleep (Time to wake up)
Move my mommy in with me, she just turned fifty-three (Mom, I love you)
I can have my own spot, but she barely get sleep
Stressin' 'bout my lil' brother n' 'em, they runnin' the street (Runnin' the street)
I gotta be a motivation on them days that she weak
Tune feel some type of way 'cause we ain't spoke in some weeks (I love you)
Errytime he call, I'm in school or I'm sleep (Workin')
Or in the Yo-Oh with my kids, that shit hurtin' me deep (Damn)
I know these sound like excuses, but I wish he'd see (Real talk though man)
That the world on my shoulder, shit, I barely get sleep (Shit, straight)
I just had another son, I told his momma Alice
I'ma be there when she need me, they in NYC
Yeah, I just caught a flight to Europe, can't explain how it feel (Shit)
Comin' from the boulevard, I had no lights in the crib (Boulevard, yo)
Showed my dog my passport, he ain't even know what it is (What's that, my nigga?)
Made me grateful I'm alive, I coulda died tryna thug, for real

Yeah, and I wrote this song on the bus ride to NYC (On my momma)
Packed full of muhfuckers that look just like me, for real
Yeah, uh, and I wrote this song on the bus ride to NYC (On my momma)
Packed full of muhfuckers that look just like me

And I need my solitude and all them books that I read (Them books that I read)
Out here building up my credit, now out here stackin' my bread (Stackin' my bread)
But it's rules to this shit, so spend thirty percent (Spend thirty percent)
Make 'em feel like you don't need it, can't be payin' your rent
Out here maxin' out your card 'cause you live in content (Damn)
Now you fallin' into debt, shit, that ain't makin' no sense (Hell nah)
I just wanna thank Jermaine for takin' time to teach that
Money class on erry Thursday even though I was sleep
Even brother Gary Jackson takin' time to preach (Man)
Catchin' rides with Mr. Charlie four days outta five (Charlie, yo, what's happenin'?)
Dame, I thank you for them suits, I know them bitches was high (I appreciate that)
Gettin' on Ms. Love nerves, but she know that I try (I love you Ms. Love)
Crackin' jokes with Jame and Poe, who woulda he would die (Rest in peace)
Even Jimmy or Lorelle, Will, Averin, or Corey
I just had you on my mind, but that's a whole 'nother story (Damn)
Shit, this right around the time when my tears start pourin'
All my music from the heart, I'm just lettin' it go (Heart)
If I ain't told you that I love you, then I'm lettin' you know (I love you)

For real, look
The china bus just broke down on the side of the road, for real
Yeah (Broke down and shit)
Yeah, and I wrote this song on the bus ride to NYC (On my momma though)
Packed full of muhfuckers that look just like me (And you), and you (And you too)
Sole Food

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