True Events

If you ask me bout my bad days
Reminise we was just talking
If you ask me bout my bad days
When we put sweet ella mae down in that coffin
If you ask me bout my bad days
I got bruises from going through it but i would start over and do it for my last name
I got bruises from some true events
On the computer you a hooligan
Dk what's stuck in your abdulaonblongata by that foolishness
Like nelly I need a bandaid under my eye been dealing with lunatics
How you let that jealousy just take over your pride? It's up on the crucifix
But for Christ sake but it in the hands of GOD don't know what to do with it
It feels like blind date, I really don't know who beside me,
But if I walk you through my mind frame
Rewind the tape, what a fine time you kinda late
But i would start over and do it for my last name
If you ask me bout my bad days
Reminise we was just talking
If you ask me bout my bad days
When we put sweet ella mae down in that coffin
If you ask me bout my bad days
I got bruises from going through it but i would start over and do it for my last name
Pay attention its a whole lotta
Accept the envy from my rolemodels
Request they sent that all for show
Didn't have to mention it was no problem
Get dat off yo chest its all exposed
Pour your confessions out the whole bottle
When i had a question you went ghost i learned my lesson now I'm a globetrotter
I get the message from the coach, the local resident I'm home
Feel like I'm the president and the pope
I'm at your throat so watch your tone
You must be off your medicine or on some coke
Got me out my element but its gold
But why you stressing I'm the goat
If you ask me bout my bad days
Reminise we was just talking
If you ask me bout my bad days
When we put sweet ella mae down in that coffin
If you ask me bout my bad days
Igot bruises from going through it but i would start over and do it for my last name



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Writer(s): Cayland Howard
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