Through it All
Real music
I feel like I cannot do this
I am the best can I prove it?
I'm just a man
A man who is not good enough
Too much pride
To say I need some help my love
In my eyes I'm mortified at all the lust
Mortified that me I can no longer trust
I've been screwed up
Turned out a screw up
So I nailed my imperfections to my wall of music
I went to college in a world so sick it made me threw up
Forget the grammar my life was destined for the slammer
At 15 I lost my grandma that's thanks to cancer
I worked with pops up at the shop
To help the money transfer
He was to busy sexing women than to teach me manners
I only wanted his approval since I was in pampers
But he ain't give a OH
I had to let him go
I used to cry myself to sleep on every Sunday bro
Why didn't anybody love me but my momma oh
I put my anger into sports and kept my eyes closed
Too bad oh sad my adolescence it has passed now
I am a man who has to learn to find a way now
But every time me and my kin get together I know we gon' prosper
No matter the weather
I'm a keep it real I've been losin' faith
Standing up is hard when there ain't a base
Living is a drag when you're stuck in the middle
If you're running game I don't wanna mess with ya
I have no control of me time or fate
Still I find a way to give all me thanks
I can say there's joy when you're right in the middle
Cause I know that Jaja's right there with ya through it all
And this world don't care when you fall
My dog
People love to build you up to watch you crumble
The storm's approaching I hope you can hear my rumble
Me and my goons bring doom like Rambo in jungles
But nevertheless I digress
It's been a minute since I took my mind off money or sex I confess
I been working I been sinning
But still the Lord gives me breath
And that's the reason I can say I am blessed
Ima keep it real I've been losing faith
Standing up is hard when there ain't a base
Living is a drag when you're stuck in the middle
If you're running game I don't wanna mess with ya
I have no control of me time or fate
Still I find a way to give all me thanks
I can say there's joy when you're right in the middle
Cause I know that Jaja's right there with ya through it all
Real music
I feel like I cannot do this
I am the best can I prove it?
I'm just a man
A man who is not good enough
Too much pride to say I need some help my love
In my eyes I'm mortified at all the lust
Mortified that me I can no longer trust
I feel like I cannot do this
I am the best can I prove it?
I'm just a man
A man who is not good enough
Too much pride
To say I need some help my love
In my eyes I'm mortified at all the lust
Mortified that me I can no longer trust
I've been screwed up
Turned out a screw up
So I nailed my imperfections to my wall of music
I went to college in a world so sick it made me threw up
Forget the grammar my life was destined for the slammer
At 15 I lost my grandma that's thanks to cancer
I worked with pops up at the shop
To help the money transfer
He was to busy sexing women than to teach me manners
I only wanted his approval since I was in pampers
But he ain't give a OH
I had to let him go
I used to cry myself to sleep on every Sunday bro
Why didn't anybody love me but my momma oh
I put my anger into sports and kept my eyes closed
Too bad oh sad my adolescence it has passed now
I am a man who has to learn to find a way now
But every time me and my kin get together I know we gon' prosper
No matter the weather
I'm a keep it real I've been losin' faith
Standing up is hard when there ain't a base
Living is a drag when you're stuck in the middle
If you're running game I don't wanna mess with ya
I have no control of me time or fate
Still I find a way to give all me thanks
I can say there's joy when you're right in the middle
Cause I know that Jaja's right there with ya through it all
And this world don't care when you fall
My dog
People love to build you up to watch you crumble
The storm's approaching I hope you can hear my rumble
Me and my goons bring doom like Rambo in jungles
But nevertheless I digress
It's been a minute since I took my mind off money or sex I confess
I been working I been sinning
But still the Lord gives me breath
And that's the reason I can say I am blessed
Ima keep it real I've been losing faith
Standing up is hard when there ain't a base
Living is a drag when you're stuck in the middle
If you're running game I don't wanna mess with ya
I have no control of me time or fate
Still I find a way to give all me thanks
I can say there's joy when you're right in the middle
Cause I know that Jaja's right there with ya through it all
Real music
I feel like I cannot do this
I am the best can I prove it?
I'm just a man
A man who is not good enough
Too much pride to say I need some help my love
In my eyes I'm mortified at all the lust
Mortified that me I can no longer trust
Credits
Writer(s): Kameron Seabrook
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