Choirboy Dank - Water & Bread

Olly olly olly oxen free all of my patnas
I'm just trying to start with something
Solid honest ma I'm far from flawless
Too much been running though my head keep pushing regardless
Days that I needed water and bread still hit me hardest
When they came for ya I fought and led the riot yea
When they came for me y'all turn round was quiet yea
I ain't fight it, wouldn't if I could re-write it yea
Use the only voice I got still sound like it's choir yea
On the ceiling when I'm high
On the floor when I'm low
Who know when It come down
When ya gonna come round here
(La la la la la la)
Gotta keep a gun now
Shining when the sun down
Gotta get it done boy I'm
Trying to raise a son round here
(La la la la la la)
I Fucked up my bread
Shit done fucked up my head yea
Couldn't let it stop me bruh
Cause we gon get rich instead yea
Never really got this low
Never really got this poor
Never really got this high
But I wanted The gods to know
On the ceiling when I'm high
On the floor when I'm low
Who know when It come down
When ya gonna come round here
(La la la la la la)
Gotta keep a gun now
Shining when the sun down
Gotta get it done boy I'm
Trying to raise a son round here
(La la la la la la)
Family over everything
Matter fact the only thing
That ever truly mattered
Was this music and the pretty thang
That put a couple diamonds in my damn wedding ring
For them a mutha fuckas boy do anything
Anything anything?
Ain't bluff not a bit
Get a hoe in ya crib
Put a hole in your shit yea
If you ain't had it yet
Get a dose of it here yea
Back wood home grown demon city funk
Got a bat in the back and a pump in the trunk
Homeboy just pulled up straight smelling like a Skunk
I be telling y'all summers be hotter than the sun
Back home Demon city know it well
This is where all my demons dwell
Some fucked up some call it hell
Shit I've been doing swell
On the ceiling when I'm high
On the floor when I'm low
Who know when I come down
When ya gonna come round here
(La la la la la la)
Gotta keep a gun now
Shining when the sun down
Gotta get it done boy I'm
Trying to raise a son round here
(La la la la la la)
I Fucked up my bread
Shit done fucked up my head yea
Couldn't let it stop me bruh
Cause we gon get rich instead yea
Never really got this low
Never really got this poor
Never really got this high
But I wanted The gods to know
On the ceiling when I'm high
On the floor when I'm low
Who know when I come down
When ya gonna come round here
(La la la la la la)
Gotta keep a gun now
Shining when the sun down
Gotta get it done
Boy I'm trying to raise a son round here
(La la la la la la)

Written by:
Choirboy Dank

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