Lyrics MY WEEK WAS GOOD - Amaru Love

(Why'd you snap back) cause I had to
(Why'd you back track) cause I had to
(Why'd you trash the scraps) I had to
A nigga gotta' make a fuckin' friend

Certified saint, I gotta' work with what you gave me
Thugs pullin' guns and weights the size of tons, G
It wasn't for me, had to see it
Got brothers thats livin' inside of clinkers wish I could reverse
Be inside of their sneakers and curse
I knew Sam, I said fuck the world I got hurt when he left, and I cried like a girl
But that is immature to say, ignorant at best
I was best dressed for his service and blessed
I could care less now, I'm battling weird things in this small town
All because I'm brown, felt a little down when I woke up early night
Right to my phone ringing singing Elton John, picking up the cell saying
What you on? Other line told me that my best friend was a fake friend
I was restin' now, now I'm awakened weird occasions always happen when I nap
Now I'm singing here nigga blues

Can't you see were raised to all be loved
Makes us do the things we do
Gotta' let the underdog make moves
A nigga gotta' make a fuckin' friend

(Why'd you snap back) cause I had to
(Why'd you back track) cause I had to
(Why'd you trash the scraps) I had to
A nigga gotta' make a fuckin' friend

This poppa needed brand new shoes
But what the fuck can the nigga do, his little boy gotta' eat too
And now he's grown and he lost a fella
Popped him three times, he just shot the fella

I had to stop and think, he's old enough to go to war
But he ain't old enough to drink
He didn't think twice when he popped his heat
Now it's word to the streets he had to leave and retreat
I lived by the rules for so long, morals and laws
Multiple moments had me put on a pause
Minus the loss of a few friends, the "so calleds"
Criss cross over their face inside my headspace
I have embraced the blackest darkness, and grew a fondness
Harness all the oddest things, grew it better with a goddess
Now I'm harmless, no longer heartless or freakin' jobless
Or livin' Godless, no longer singing nigga blues

Can't you see were raised to all be loved
Makes us do the things we do
Gotta' let the underdog make moves
Now I'm headed to another fuckin' trend
Can't you see were raised to all be loved
Makes us do the things we do
Gotta' let the underdog make moves
Now I'm headed to another fuckin' trend

(Why'd you snap back) cause I had to
(Why'd you back track) cause I had to
(Why'd you trash the scraps) I had to
A nigga gotta' make a fuckin' friend