Franc Grams - Mistakes lyrics
rate meI know yo, we all make mistakes
It’s hard to say that I fucked up thou I did
But without those mistakes wait I probbaly wouldn’t be what that is
I had this cute chick when the summer begin
Though all the summer I fuck her friends ,
She broke up and that time I even talk bout
Telling the story I was one hell of shawnty
I had work nothing big but she hang the shit for me
When I had it out of town it even sound the shit for me
Be a young I guess some call as being dumn
We in love being stuck with one
I was still experimenting and guess the testing
I was creepy try to have flows but should I broder
One day I call ém BE A MESS FOR BEIONG STRESSIng
Talking bout rthe time I leave messing with soem nice chicks
Fast forward sort of I see it and see actions
Can’t front check the one
She was deliever texting
In a forwad day back in front back in ...
Go figure of one that I looked it it’s no message
Guess it’s just a common on the mounth
The higher that you up the harder is the fall
Shit I;’m on matchingm keepinf the foul inside
Thou I know is suck I was cool as fuck
Shit I pull this up, I don’t take this life
And when I did don’t make this right
I sell drugs they say that I kill people
I’m like nop, I make deals with real people
But should I look at doctor cuz this shit is reall egual
Be high selling poise selling and shut on the hill on people
They still people money ain’t stick chanse
Sure is right they confusing with big words
The shit’s egual, live back words
They can’t climbing that this way help for ...
My grand fathere spend a fortune on some doses
Thet watch it smile, they killin ém and they know it
...no one at the show was hopeless
Probably have they dealer and they risk they promoting
But this black poor old on this Earth
So they figure let’s go for all that he worth
I scrued up and I won’t take this life
But what I did don’t make this right
Looking at me like it’s easy
Feel like I’m in jail I wanna be free
Start now, large now they use wanna be me
My subject now dont’matter with the TV-s
They judging like I’m a leaving, I’mma straight
Let me be please,
When then last time when you tune on Mtv
BBT over desk, Mp3-s man
Is the shit that they pay to me
But they acting like I make the mistakes
Like this rich white man don’t mark at these clubs
With sex bitches linking the conceble drugs man
So wreck the labels and say, honestly one scrall
Now it’s fuck, tell ‚em they walk on like these ducks
Femals, these bitches nigga pluting the front
And they feed it to the ...make ém wanna be us
Then we do it with dreams on that days that dollars are up
We all make mistakes ya’ll, a lot are ..
They sucks
And I ain’t try to justify the wrogs
Or point the finger ort turning the tabels but
It is what it is man
You make mistakes too, make mistakes too, make mistakes too
You make mistakes too, make mistakes too, make mistakes too