paroles de chanson Peer Pressure - DeLeon Rovon
Tote
the
will
smithin
wesson
if
you
thinking
you
feeling
fresh
prince
Glimpsing
new
lights,
Heights,
nothing
to
refresh
this
Hell
given
life,
demons
feel
heaven
sent
Pulling
green
out
the
earth,
you
in
the
garden
its
sent
clips
Smoke
the
ashes
of
a
rapper
through
break
loops
First
timing
shit,
it
ain't
a
need
for
a
take
two
As
I
take
two
puffs
let
the
pain
flow
Through
my
lungs,
Times
I
feel
that
I
hang
low
With
the
dry,
things
we
do
for
the
eye
Niggas
do
for
the
clout,
momma
dont
cry
at
the
house
Trying
to
service
in
the
garden
of
thorns,
torn
through
this
alcohol
puddle
moving
ashore
Cause
a
sure
things
coming
when
you
drunk
on
the
couch
I'm
out,
about,
to
take
a
chance
and
then
blow
Bounce
back
to
this
rap
shit
moving
alone
Niggas
dap
you
and
fuck
yo
chick,
just
so
they
know,
they
even
with
you
Dont
let
jealousy
get
you
kilt,
wrong
ones
holding
steal
will
let
it
Blow
out
forreal
Parents
bury
sons,
my
auntie
know
how
that
feel
I
shield
out
the
negativity
we
needing
to
chill
What
the
media
doing?
Ain't
making
us
better
students
Ain't
like
the
music
doing
better
thats
the
shit
they
influence
Internet
rapping,
social
media
fooling
ya,
feeding
lies
in
your
life
that
You
know
you
can
persue
Man
it's
a
broken
dream,
way
that
i
view
it
Ain't
really
what
it
seems,
ima
keep
doing
music
A
broken
dream,
way
that
i
view
it
Ain't
really
what
it
seems,
ima
keep
doing
music
so
Whats
a
dream
to
a
kid
lost
out
in
the
streets
Whats
a
dream
to
a
kid
who
ain't
all
he
can
be
Whats
a
dream
to
a
kid
when
its
all
out
of
reach
Whats
a
dream
to
a
kid
who
can't
call
out
on
me
Just
Bounce,
Bounce
Just
Bounce,
Bounce
Just
Bounce,
Bounce
Just
Bounce,
Bounce
Whats
a
dream
to
a
kid
lost
out
in
the
streets
Whats
a
dream
to
a
kid
who
ain't
all
he
can
be
Whats
a
dream
to
a
kid
when
its
all
out
of
reach
Whats
a
dream
to
a
kid
who
can't
call
out
on
me
Trapped
between
the
devil
and
God
without
a
license
Had
no
drive
but
the
talent
less
aware
of
all
my
vices
Walking
through
the
valley
of
death
you
know
my
alley
Some
young
niggas
roaming
the
streets
can't
be
a
talley
Looking
out
my
window
i
be
searching
for
sunlight
18
years
what
do
i
do
I
dont
know
life
Living
at
my
mommas
friends
gone
for
college,
and
I
can't
acknowledge,
the
evil
thats
in
sight
Opportunities
passing
by,
who
am
I?
Outside
i'm
tryna
pass
me
a
blunt
Throw
on
my
gym
green
foams,
hoodie,
homies
out
front
Should
be
doing
school
work
but
you
the
shit
got
me
swamped
Put
2 G's
in
my
socks
his
under
shorts
hold
a
gun
After
this
sparked
little
niggas
got
some
kitty
to
hunt
Could
care
about
opinions,
but
this
me
being
blunt
A
preist
can
touch
a
lady
lately
I
ain't
fucking
with
nun
So
I,
put
my
faith
in
the
crooks
How
can
I
make
it
out
this
trouble
with
my
faith
in
a
book
A
2nd
look
back
at
life,
how
can
I,
Make
it
right
With
a
soul
sacrifice
if
my
niggas
is
hooked
Whats
a
dream?
So
who
wants
to
be
a
King?
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