[Chorus: Voodoo & Laura Reed]
Be a champion, be a champion
Be on the winning team even when they say it can't be done
You gave me somethin' to believe in
You gave me somethin' to believe in
[Verse 1: Rittz]
Shit, I'm late for work again but like an hour sleep
I had a show last night, I rocked it but the crowd was weak
They ain't pay me shit, at least the alcohol was free
So now I'm drinkin', thinkin' about my girl, I'm about to call
And leave a message, sayin' I miss her and I'm wishin' that I was at home
She let it be known that there was a guy, she had been kissin' him when I was gone
And I was oblivious when it went on, I was so busy at work and writin' raps
It's like the last four and a half years of my life was snatched
In front of me, suddenly life's a mess
The love of my life just left
The shit almost stiffened, affected my heart, I'm afraid that it might collapse
I'm cryin' for help, I guess
While makin' these suicidal threats, and feelin' if I don't catch a break
And make it big, it might regress
I can't afford to be fresh, what's less, the price of Guess?
Why the shit you write online affects me, writin' like it's life or death
'Cause I ain't ever made it to eleventh grade but I prayed
And the trials and tribulations made me a—
Be a champion, be a champion
Be on the winning team even when they say it can't be done
You gave me somethin' to believe in
You gave me somethin' to believe in
[Verse 1: Rittz]
Shit, I'm late for work again but like an hour sleep
I had a show last night, I rocked it but the crowd was weak
They ain't pay me shit, at least the alcohol was free
So now I'm drinkin', thinkin' about my girl, I'm about to call
And leave a message, sayin' I miss her and I'm wishin' that I was at home
She let it be known that there was a guy, she had been kissin' him when I was gone
And I was oblivious when it went on, I was so busy at work and writin' raps
It's like the last four and a half years of my life was snatched
In front of me, suddenly life's a mess
The love of my life just left
The shit almost stiffened, affected my heart, I'm afraid that it might collapse
I'm cryin' for help, I guess
While makin' these suicidal threats, and feelin' if I don't catch a break
And make it big, it might regress
I can't afford to be fresh, what's less, the price of Guess?
Why the shit you write online affects me, writin' like it's life or death
'Cause I ain't ever made it to eleventh grade but I prayed
And the trials and tribulations made me a—
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