Top Songs By Lloyd Banks
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Lloyd Banks
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
C. Lloyd
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Cartune Beatz
Producer
Chris Deroux
Recording Engineer
Patrick Viala
Mixing Engineer
Larrence Miller
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
I know when it's comin', my body hurts when it rains
Took a significant loss and ain't been the same
Thought that we split through divorce, but I'm still in pain
Thought about turnin' shit off 'til my children came
Can't let 'em see me feel, I'd be drownin' in shame
The stress of bein' depressed'll drive you insane
Effects in entertainment'll do you the same
Don't know what fuck me up worse, the voodoo or fame
I'm sure I fail every test in the observation
Can't let the sin in me fuck up my obligations
Sent a few niggas to hell was my contemplation
I hear voices, start feelin' like time is wastin'
Suffered from trauma, the chalice out me is shaken
Gotta snap out of it, victory's mine for takin'
Them jealous niggas ice grillin', my nine'll bake 'em
Do anything for the love or the dollar statement
Uh, still hearin' voices in my head
Tellin' me that they'll never let me lay down, you gotta fight instead
Bein' broke is worse than dead
A bunch of niggas yellin' they ridin' was the first that fled
Either I'm crazy or I'm hearin' voices
The winner, the fallen, it's all in the choices
You fakin', don't know what the point is
You ain't gettin' younger, face right there on the corners
Yo, don't fear the reaper, look, ain't no sleep for my kind
Don't trust the preacher, I'm gettin' weaker with time
From shoes to jugglin' four keys at a time
Whoever built this road had an evil design
Remorse from survivin' those you're leavin' behind
Some things you gotta accept, even decline
The truth ain't that far from theory, seekin' you find
Too many broke niggas steppin' cheapens the wine
Silly to think I'm one figure that won't be 'round
Swore that I lost him, he caught up and broke me down
And claim your boy on my come up, it's only now
And when the numbers ain't comin', a lonely sound
We're on the same track, travelin' different speeds
Ain't shook of nothin', shit, he can die if he bleeds
You'd rather stand for somethin' or crown your knees?
Another pack in the wind, new RIPs
Uh, still hearin' voices in my head
Tellin' me that they'll never let me lay down, you gotta fight instead
Bein' broke is worse than dead
A bunch of niggas yellin' they ridin' was the first that fled
Either I'm crazy or I'm hearin' voices
The winner, the fallen, it's all in the choices
You fakin', don't know what the point is
You ain't gettin' younger, face right there on the corners
Guilt is a sadder song, I can't afford to tag along
You ain't even worthy to follow me, left 'em without my hazards on
This is my rapture song, uh, bulletproof jacket's on
Niggas be stuck on bullshit, rumors be magnets for 'em
Rhythm and passion born, life is bigger than rappin' songs
Pace yourselves when you travel long in this hangover marathon
Easy to see the road when you pull off, the traffic's gone
I'm goin' through it, be happy, that's when the classics form
It's time to change again, back full of scars, Arcadians
Thoughts of dark futures, bright as the lab they made me in
Your golden days again, I should be at tellers, Palladiums
Different color currency, pounds down to Canadian
Think I'm addicted to the pain
I lost too much in me, I'll never be the same
Used to betrayal, even compliments are strange
Facin' reflections of the monsters we became, dirty game
Uh, still hearin' voices in my head
Tellin' me that they'll never let me lay down, you gotta fight instead
Bein' broke is worse than dead
A bunch of niggas yellin' they ridin' was the first that fled
Either I'm crazy or I'm hearin' voices
The winner, the fallen, it's all in the choices
You fakin', don't know what the point is
You ain't gettin' younger, face right there on the corners
Writer(s): Unknown Writer, Nicholas Nickle
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com