paroles de chanson Good Life '07 - Cantrell

Westover days skipping school, acting rich in polo fits
Pardon while I reminisce, on some shit
Cuttin' class, gym hooping crossing niggas shootin' bricks
Or take a nigga chick, that's a shot I wouldn't miss
I could snap a portrait hoping that you get the pic
I was searching for a father figure looking for a fix
But the place I didn't fit, that's the place I tried to live
I can tell you what it was, I can paint it crystal clear (Like)
Wilding and jumping fences, places I shouldn't have been in
Tripping and rolling weed I, knew my mama would kill me
Jumping in nigga scuffles, bruises and bloody knuckles
Knew I wasn't a gangsta just something about the trouble
Guess that's what I get yeah, bullets hittin' whips
Car chase, ducking off, hoping they don't see me here
Now I know I'm out of place, I been dodging, ducking fear
I been dodging, ducking ops, now my record got a smear
But what's love without a blemish?, life without ya niggas
Guess my actions weren't impressive
Left Impressions that I live with like
When your circle of trust, turn into circles of ashes
And homies be pointing fingers, with envy under the laughter
Leaves me searching anwsers where lonely becomes a cancer
It's just a part of life, we were living backwards
Though it's hard, I get by, know some people they relapse
I refresh, I rejoice, I reset, wishing I could take it back

(Yeah) Take it back
(Yeah) From the shit that I done did, from the shit that we done seen
I know just how this shit goes I know how this should be
Take it back, (Yeah, ayy) take it back
(Yeah) From the shit that I done did, from the shit that I done seen
I don't judge how this shit goes, I know just how this should be

Take it back

Mama drop us off on Saturday nights
Where the rink was poppin', booties poppin' and them bitches fine
Racing to the digits, Bake would pull 'em every time
But it's cool cuz a fine yellow bone caught my eye
Juvey playin' through the speakers, slow motion was a mood
I'ma try to get behind her maybe I should play it cool
Palms sweaty, heart racing, hands shaking, nothing new
Now we grindin' to the rhythm, she just threw it on your dude
Now look Steve, don't be a bitch, stand firm, move ya hips
Pull ya pants up, grab her waist, don't be scurrred, get a feel
Grab her hand, bend ya knees, get into it, let it build
Just don't get too excited, Mike from North Carolina shit
People all around us, still all I see is her
Black tee, blue jeans, black Js long hair
Ponytail, still was nervous, got the number from her sister
Mama loves her, family loves me, so we stirred up the elixir
Fast forward think I got me the one
Then I take you for granted, you not believing in us
Promised I would do better that night in your mama's truck
We were ventin' for hours under the stars up above
I left tears on your shoulder but still that wasn't enough
You might just move out of state, you might just find a new love

But you know how it goes, when it's real it never lacks
Maybe I'm, still in love, but I'm stuck, wishing I could take it back

(Yeah, yeah) Take it back
(Look) To the woman that I loved, for that woman I would bleed
Now we prolly fucked it up, thought that you would never leave
Take me back, (Yeah) take me back (Mmph)

To the woman that I loved, for the woman I would bleed
Know we prolly fucked it up, thought you would never leave
Take me back

(Yeah) From the shit that we did, from the shit that we seen
I know just how this shit... I know just how it be (Yeah, yeah)