Twizzy - Do Better

And I would say I apologize
Naw, I do. I apologize
I'm just not sorry
And I don't know if that's wrong or not
I was the best you've ever had
Til this day you still say it
But, me I couldn't see it all the games I was playing
You treat me like a king I'll take you for granted
Supposed to made you my queen
Cut them chicks that I was smashing I was young, you was younger
Yet you was more mature
And all the sneaky bullshit seem like it made you want me more
The time I got a knocked, it's like you wrote me every day
Then on my way out the box, I wrote one and pushed you away
Told you have I loved you and to find a better man
Cause Mr. Right wasn't me, but Clearly you ain't understand
So we just kept on rocking, I seen how you accepted shit
Then you had a run-in with this chick that I was messing with
And me, I ain't show no pity or remorse
No sympathy for your pain, and I was pose to be your main
Almost lost my life at the chick house where I was staying
Woke up in the hospital bed, and of course you was there yea

Praying I do better
Promise one day I'm gonna get my shit together
I'm just mobbin through the weather grinding hard
Now not the time to let up
Still working on dat promise to make a little life better yea

Yeaaa ma
Yea
Strong. Beat cancer and all
Yea
Yea

Mama, first apologize for the drama
Da headaches, I caused from being into all kinda
Street shit, G-shit, reppin' that CHP shit
Doing everything to prove wrong who said I wouldn't be shit
Had a Chip on my shoulder I was holding not a secret
Fifth I was toting, hole I wasn't tryna be in
Selling rocks out ya back door I was dead wrong
I didn't have a father to lead, so I was lead wrong
Streets became my father
And life became a problem
Influenced by impressions in life
Like us starving
So my coping mechanism was
Fugs, weed, liquor with
2 Or 3 pills of x, still couldn't beat the stress
Me I got worse
Couldn't stay from out of jail
Calling needing ya name in cursive
And some paper for da bail
And when they ain't let me go
I needed money for da store
And it was you I had to hit up Knowing that the dough was low
And you came thru

Praying I do better
Promise one day I'm gonna get my shit together
I'm just mobbin through the weather grinding hard
Now not the time to let up
Still working on dat promise to make a little life better yea

Broski yea
Been with me the longest
Dis nigga here
Love you broski

Bro wassup
I know eye to eye, we don't see much
And we be quick to clash, a lot of times instead of link up
I know you was the oldest
And me I should've listened
But when I seen you getting it
I wasn't tryna hear that shit
You had you a spot and shit
I wanted me a spot too
You know how it go nigga
Monkey see monkey do
We both cop lacs
Mines black, yours blue
Young didn't know how to act, so daily it was family feud
All in the public going back and forth me and you
Threatening each other's life all the time
Never see it through
You hit me wit that burner once
Mann, I wanted to burn you up
Chino calmed me down, made me realize I love you much
Guess you was just getting me back from 88
Scared ya ass half to death, with that .38 in ya face
When you was doing life in prison
I was missing you like shit
Praying one day you return
Just to puff with you again

Written by:
Lamont Johnson

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