Ups & Downs

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All these Ups & Downs I swear it's fuckin' with my head
If it's no love now please don't show it when I'm dead
Tell my Momma no worries know I gotta get this bread
If you hold a nigga down then I got you 'til the end
All this love so fake I don't really need no friend's
Shout out to my brother's know we rollin' 'til the end
I remember days ain't 1 ain't had a 10
Shit get so fucked up & I don't think you understand

Ain't no ways to make it out
You gone need a couple plans
Keep that money coming in you gone need a couple bags
Funny how the one's that's with you
Is the one's that make you sad
Funny how the one's that's with you
Is the one's that make you mad
I been staring into space swear to God I feel alone
When I find my self a place I'ma make myself a home
Might just smoke one to the face as my mind begins to roam
Feel like Hov I feel like Ye & they just tryina watch the throne
I feel better in a trap & I don't feel good in a church
Keep semi for a op & I might have to let it burst
Had to get it out the mud I had to get it out the dirt
All this pain that I maintain I swear to God that, that shit hurt
I ain't perfect but I'm worth it bitch you gotta know your worth
Had some work I fucked it up I got some more & made it work
Sippin bourbon think I'm urban I might pop out on you twerps
Keep it twerkin' we been searchin'
Send my praise to Mother Earth

All these Ups & Downs I swear it's fuckin' with my head
If it's no love now please don't show it when I'm dead
Tell my momma no worries know I gotta get this bread
If you hold a nigga down then I got you 'til the end
All this love so fake don't really need no friend's
Shout out to my brother's Know we rollin' 'til the end
I remember days ain't 1 ain't had a 10
Shit get so fucked up & I don't think you understand

I been coolin' making movements we just gotta get this breesh (money)
What we doing I ain't choosin' get a Uber for this treesh (thot)
Rick The Ruler except I'm cooler I'm just looking for some beats
Stack the money reinvest it 'til the day we buy the skreets (streets)
They just tryina call the cops I'm tryina find a way to eat
Shit ain't right where you lay down make it hard for you to sleep
I been learnin' for a while make it hard for me to teach
All these thoughts run through my brain
It make it hard for me to speak
Keep a chop just for a op & I might have to let 'em dance
When you live the way we do you might have to take a chance
& The Dogs they stay on point might let it go just off a glance
Don't you make no wrong moves
Or lay down right where you stand
Summertime my Sun's be hot they tryina leave you with a tan
All these things that we been through
I don't think you understand
Only ways to make it out is if you make a couple plans
Set some goals & write 'em down
Cause shit don't always go as planned yea



Credits
Writer(s): Maurice Ernest Gibb, Robin Hugh Gibb, Barry Alan Gibb, Cordozar Broadus, Warryn S. Campbell
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