Slaine, Termanology - Just The Way You Are lyrics
[Slaine, Termanology - Just The Way You Are lyrics]
This is the life I choose
This is, this is, this the life-
And my heart done froze
When I was grown up
You told me that my family was raw
That my daddy was a sicko
Mommy's sanity is off
I tried screaming out for help
She couldn't hear me on the porch
You slammed my head on the sidewalk
Teary-eyed I forced myself off the ground
Acting like it ain't a big deal
Dragging my handlebars you ripped the
Ties off my big-wheel
I was only five and you were older
How's that kid feel?
Learned about some people in this
World and what is real
But the years passed, all you kids failed
The hide wasn't there for you
When you pig squealed
We moved out our childhoods and we became men
You're the same now, you were the same then
Just the other day I seen
You drinking at the bar
Talking shit about your friends
While they wasn't there
And you halfway kiss my ass
Cause you thinkin' I'm a star
To make a sideways remind, but I doesn't care
See in integrity is where I
Guess the leaderships acquired
I built this life with my own steel
And I treated it with fire
I can take my wins and losses
But believe that I'm a fighter
I'm a lion - you're a rat
You're a mosquito I'm a spider
So I suppose that I can trust and say
It's hard for me to tolerate this shit
But, it's just the way you are
So I suppose that I can trust and say
It's hard for me to tolerate this shit
But, it's just the way you are
This is the life I choose
This is the life I choose
This is, this is, this the life-
And my heart done froze
Uh you a maggot, you a bitch
You a pussy, you a coward
And you beat up your girl the
Only time you get violent
Seen me on the block when
I was a little younger
And you was a little taller
So you was a little stronger
So you tried to rob my chain
Put me out my wallet
Till I got a little older
And my gun got bullock
Now I'm on a TV screen
Chillin' and I'm ballin'
While you locked up everybody
Fuckin' your baby momma
What a life, 3-6-0, they call it karma
You shot up my momma's house but
I was prayin' for your momma
I was raised right
My momma always showed me love
You was the cat in the back
Of the class that tortured bugs
Fuck the court
No love for the judge or the DA
Ya let the predators go and lock
Me for some weak yayo
I'm on my IPhone 6 while you're
On your pre paid flip phone
You should kill yourself, here's the pistol