[Intro: Ludacris]
Ooh.. You feel that?
As I take you to them dirt roads deep down in your southern roots, where nobody said life was gon' be easy
And we travel through this emotional rollercoaster called life, and we have our ups and downs
Just keep in mind, when you hit rock bottom, there ain't nowhere to go but up, baby
Just all about how you deal with it... ya feel me?
Listen here...
[Hook: Ludacris + Trick Daddy)]
When life seems hopeless, it make a nigga lose focus
Empty beer bottles and roaches
Helps to get it off my chest, 'cause I'm so stressed
And all I hear is "FUCK THE WORLD!"
When life seems hopeless, it make a nigga lose focus
Empty beer bottles and roaches
Helps to get it off my chest, 'cause I'm so stressed
And all I hear is "FUCK THE WORLD!"
[Verse 1: Ludacris]
Man, ever since life's been a gamble, my life's been in shambles
Double-edge sword, burnin' both sides of the candle
But Cris, you can't handle the truth
Don't wanna face reality, so Lord accept my apology
Please, like when police say freeze
And I ain't do shit but I'm down on my knees
It's a crooked system, but gin straight take the pain away
I charge the game and put my problems on layaway
A black man but I feel so blue
So I smoke green and purple till my dreams come true
Then my eyes turn red, the sky turns grey
Children slangin' white in the hood, we call it yay
Drinkin' Ol' Gold down my yellow brick road
Then rewrite my script until my story's untold
See, I got a little money and my life sped up
Now I'm fallen and I can't get up
Ooh.. You feel that?
As I take you to them dirt roads deep down in your southern roots, where nobody said life was gon' be easy
And we travel through this emotional rollercoaster called life, and we have our ups and downs
Just keep in mind, when you hit rock bottom, there ain't nowhere to go but up, baby
Just all about how you deal with it... ya feel me?
Listen here...
[Hook: Ludacris + Trick Daddy)]
When life seems hopeless, it make a nigga lose focus
Empty beer bottles and roaches
Helps to get it off my chest, 'cause I'm so stressed
And all I hear is "FUCK THE WORLD!"
When life seems hopeless, it make a nigga lose focus
Empty beer bottles and roaches
Helps to get it off my chest, 'cause I'm so stressed
And all I hear is "FUCK THE WORLD!"
[Verse 1: Ludacris]
Man, ever since life's been a gamble, my life's been in shambles
Double-edge sword, burnin' both sides of the candle
But Cris, you can't handle the truth
Don't wanna face reality, so Lord accept my apology
Please, like when police say freeze
And I ain't do shit but I'm down on my knees
It's a crooked system, but gin straight take the pain away
I charge the game and put my problems on layaway
A black man but I feel so blue
So I smoke green and purple till my dreams come true
Then my eyes turn red, the sky turns grey
Children slangin' white in the hood, we call it yay
Drinkin' Ol' Gold down my yellow brick road
Then rewrite my script until my story's untold
See, I got a little money and my life sped up
Now I'm fallen and I can't get up
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