CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Crooked Ways
I'm sorry momma, I'm a gangster, I'ma---
I'm sorry momma, I'm a gangster, I got crooked ways
I'm sorry momma, I'm a gangster, I got crooked ways
Get cut in the eye, be with my haters, ain't seen my friends in days
Gotta keep my enemies close up on me like some toothpaste
I didn't see the love you say you had, got me going on blind dates
You say you love me, you don't love me, 'cause you lie to me
You f**ked my dawg behind my back, I read your diaries
I thought me and you was the perfect match, why would you lie to me?
I'm in Palm Angels, tho' I got dеmons inside of me
they was all Jеsus
I got n***as who stiff, I remember they was all breathing
I can't love these hoes, I know they all freaky
Watched my cousin fade, I wasn't even playing defense
All these hoes on go, all I do is pick, and I never ran offense
They mudered [?] with a hole in head, like a damn dolphin
Got her waste snatched, she [?] girl
Why my friends treat me just like hamburgers?
They only call me when they need me--- to make they bond
They know I'm the one, except if you call, you gotta press zero
Rylo I'm locked up, but I'm not Akon
I go to the moon for them cause they like my sons
I go to the room with her like MTV
She'll never see how I'm living
I wore 'em three days straight 'cause they was Amiri jeans
I got some n***as in the graveyard, I shed tears on they tombstone
I did not have to make one call, all day I'm sipping out this styrofoam
I facetimed Jackboy, hung up, had to check my pockets
Remember I was poor, now I'm the richest n***a out my projects
I was hard then way before I knew about the Rockets
She been my dawg, [?] pits [?]
I pray I'm blessed, so I got to name my son Eric
Just bought a Glock, them hoes don't come on Eric Berry
I'm sorry momma, I'm a gangster, I got crooked ways
Get cut in the eye, be with my haters, ain't seen my friends in days
I keep my enemies close up on me like some toothpaste
I didn't see the love you say you had, got me going on blind dates
You say you love me, you don't love me 'cause you lie to me
You f**ked my dawg behind my back, I read your diaries
I thought me and you was the perfect match, why would you lie to me?
I'm in Palm Angels, tho' I got demons inside of me
I'm sorry momma, I'm a gangster, I got crooked ways
I'm sorry momma, I'm a gangster, I got crooked ways
Get cut in the eye, be with my haters, ain't seen my friends in days
Gotta keep my enemies close up on me like some toothpaste
I didn't see the love you say you had, got me going on blind dates
You say you love me, you don't love me, 'cause you lie to me
You f**ked my dawg behind my back, I read your diaries
I thought me and you was the perfect match, why would you lie to me?
I'm in Palm Angels, tho' I got dеmons inside of me
they was all Jеsus
I got n***as who stiff, I remember they was all breathing
I can't love these hoes, I know they all freaky
Watched my cousin fade, I wasn't even playing defense
All these hoes on go, all I do is pick, and I never ran offense
They mudered [?] with a hole in head, like a damn dolphin
Got her waste snatched, she [?] girl
Why my friends treat me just like hamburgers?
They only call me when they need me--- to make they bond
They know I'm the one, except if you call, you gotta press zero
Rylo I'm locked up, but I'm not Akon
I go to the moon for them cause they like my sons
I go to the room with her like MTV
She'll never see how I'm living
I wore 'em three days straight 'cause they was Amiri jeans
I got some n***as in the graveyard, I shed tears on they tombstone
I did not have to make one call, all day I'm sipping out this styrofoam
I facetimed Jackboy, hung up, had to check my pockets
Remember I was poor, now I'm the richest n***a out my projects
I was hard then way before I knew about the Rockets
She been my dawg, [?] pits [?]
I pray I'm blessed, so I got to name my son Eric
Just bought a Glock, them hoes don't come on Eric Berry
I'm sorry momma, I'm a gangster, I got crooked ways
Get cut in the eye, be with my haters, ain't seen my friends in days
I keep my enemies close up on me like some toothpaste
I didn't see the love you say you had, got me going on blind dates
You say you love me, you don't love me 'cause you lie to me
You f**ked my dawg behind my back, I read your diaries
I thought me and you was the perfect match, why would you lie to me?
I'm in Palm Angels, tho' I got demons inside of me
