Shoulda Coulda

Man
Emcees these days
Ahh
I'm so tired of giving a shit about
What other people feel
All everyone ever says is
Yo that's dope
Keep it real
But the minute that I begin
To really tell it like it is
They're all like
Yo when the fuck you do that
Why you lying man
Yo if I messed up
I'd be the first to confess what I just did
But nobody else wants to admit
To the fact they might've slipped
Still nobody's perfect
Sure put up a good front
Bad behind closed doors
Knowing that you would run
At the first sign of danger
It all comes back to fight or flight
The basic human nature
Either way you're tied up tight
Just like the shoes you work in
Each time you stride or strike
Whichever way you choose to turn
You're left your wrong
You're right your
Right
That's why I don't believe or care
What the fuck you say
Like I don't ponder any longer
The sense that nothing makes
Making cents is pocket change
And when you ain't got enough of either
That sucks
Cuz it means that neither one of them adds up
You gon' stop there
Naw man
Bet down to the last buck
'Til we lose everything
And then just blame it on bad luck
You got something to lose
You've got nothing to gain
But you gave everything away
And now you're stuck with a case
Of the

Shoulda coulda's man
Shoulda coulda woulda bruh
I woulda coulda
I really wish I woulda but
I coulda
Woulda shoulda woulda
Fuck
I wish I woulda
Now I'm stuck with a case

I've got a long list of things
That I wish that I shoulda done
A list just as long
For the stuff that I shouldn't of
If you'd have told me back then
This what I would become
I'd have said you were full of tonnes
Of shh
And I ain't puttin' up
With it, for another minute
Saying I ain't good enough
To make it
Can't you taste the food for thought that
I been cooking up
Yo I put a bun
In my girls' oven
So forget retrospect
I get respect
When my youngin's lookin' up
To me for guidance
I'm like
What am I to do
But she's all confident in me
Like Dad
I admire you
I'm glad, my little sweet-pea
That I inspire you
But daddy's gotta go to work again
Yo I provide the food
Damn
I'm always cuttin' people short
Of what they're 'bout to say
We don't get to say what we feel
Not enough hours in the day
Not enough hours on my pay
So outta town is where I stay
I'm always eatin' on the run
So now I shower in the rain
To try and do away
With all the doubts and all the strain
Always cloudin' up my brain
I got a mountain of complaints
I should shower in my house now for a change
Let it spiral downward in the drain
So when I open my mouth I wouldn't say

I, shoulda coulda
Shoulda coulda woulda but
I woulda coulda
I wish I woulda
Fuck
Shoulda coulda
Wish I woulda
Fuck
I wish I woulda
Yo I'm stuck with a case