Aasim, Shannon "Slam" Lawrence - Maybe lyrics

Money pit, part two!

Maybe, we gotta leave it all to fate
Or maybe, we gotta go our separate ways
Maybe, we gotta slow it down this time 
(This time)
'Cause we're movin' too fast to see the sign
Too fast to see the signs (Signs)
Maybe, I'm scared to lose you
'Cause maybe, I feel the same way you do
Or maybe, I'm buggin' out offa you
'Cause maybe, you're just too good to be true
Just too good to be true
(Good, to, be, true, ooh, ha)

The struggle, the pain, the war within
This is the life I choose, saturated in sin
Women, I abuse them, mentally and such
Mama wouldn't be proud of the
Lives I fucked up
So I drink a lot, went against the grain
And quick to explain whatever's
Heavy on my brain
Melodies of felonies, I'm steadily involved
The media portrays me like
I'm heavily involved
The prime of my life, I just got rich
Since money's no object, inner peace exists
My hands got scars, but it's all cosmetic
My soul got scars but it's kinda poetic
And if you got a conscience
The rest is sealed
You God's child now, couldn't be more real
I owe everything to you, my energy to you
My life, my kids, my whole legacy to you

Maybe, we gotta leave it all to fate
Or maybe, we gotta go our separate ways
Maybe, we gotta slow it down this time
(This time)
'Cause we're movin' too fast to see the sign
Too fast to see the signs (Signs)
Maybe, I'm scared to lose you
'Cause maybe, I feel the same way you do
Or maybe, I'm buggin' out offa you
'Cause maybe, you're just too good to be true
Just too good to be true
(Good, to, be, true, ooh, ha)

My mind is scarred, my heart is frigid
My stomach is growlin' but sky's the limit
And your eyes is timid
You fear black man whose
Insight is vivid, so you fight the feelin'
I was on that corner, the same one as you
So I could relate to the
Pain you goin' through
It's enough to be a broke nigga
Young without a pops
Mom's gotta slave to put food up in the pot
Plot, scheme, strive for
All the best 'cause the worst niggas die for
With no purpose, grandmom's sayin' prayers
Up in church service 'cause her
Heart beat is nervous
Her firstborn grandchild is headed
For the grave all 'cause he feels in his
Mind that crime pays
So he ducks more strays, sells more product
Goes to jail couple nights
House kids shot up
But maybe there's a plan for a sinner
Sick and evil thoughts got my
Hand on the trigger yet I believe in you
One day I'll be with you
For now I dream big and
Drink Hennessey with you
You done spared my life so I promise
I gotta make it happen for the lost
Ones stuck up in the projects
Even though it's a slow process

Maybe, we gotta leave it all to fate
Or maybe, we gotta go our separate ways
Maybe, we gotta slow it down this time
(This time)
'Cause we're movin' too fast to see the sign
Too fast to see the signs (Signs)
Maybe, I'm scared to lose you
'Cause maybe, I feel the same way you do
Or maybe, I'm buggin' out offa you
'Cause maybe, you're just too good to be true
Just too good to be true
(Good, to, be, true, ooh, ha)

Money Pit 2! Aasim! Heatrock!
Shouts to the whole Bad Boy!
You know what is!
Sean Press I see ya, Henrock!