paroles de chanson My Way - Fredrik Kempe
I've
lived
Yes
I've
lived
a
life
that's
full
I've
traveled
each,
and
every
highway
What
more,
and
what's
more
than
this
-
It
go
my
way,
Chi-Way
This
way
or
the
highway
Shots'll
lay
you
off
on
your
day
off,
like
Friday
The
ROC
got
"-Ye"
but
they
ain't
snortin'
it
They
just
got
him
up
the
base
line
recordin'
shit
Yeah
I've
been
broke
Now
I'm
good
bitch
I
ain't
no
Kennedy
But
I'm
hood
rich
So
I
say
my
way
to
thank
you
to
the
ghetto
And
everybody
else,
thank
you
very
little
I
took
the
road
less
traveled,
the
unbeaten
path
I've
been
beatin',
but
never
brokin'
through
the
darkest
past
It's
sort
of
like
when
King
spoke
and
said
we
free
at
last
Ain't
nothin'
free
from
that
point,
though
We
needed
cash
And
we
need
it
fast
We
broker
than
Ethiopians
just
tryin'
to
eat
at
last
Now
all
the
blacks
cookin'
up,
they're
almost
white
'Cause
gettin'
green
makes
'em
treat
us
treat
us
like
we
almost
white
Almost
I've
lived
Yes
I've
lived
a
life
that's
full
I've
traveled
each,
and
every
highway
What
more,
and
what's
more
than
this
-
It
go
my
way,
Chi-Way
This
way
or
the
highway
Niggaz
wanna
diss
K
On
they're
local
mix-tapes
There
they
go
again,
lyin'
to
consumers
Get
their
hair
cut
in
the
little
shop
of
rumors
Your
lil'
sloppy
with
your
cockyness
ain't
ya
A
little
arrogant
with
all
your
compares
'Cause
as
far
as
the
Chi
I
got
the
most
plaques
since
the
beginnin'
of
rap
And
nah,
I
ain't
mentionin'
that
Y'all
just
talk
about
my
dough
How
I
left
Chicago
How
I'm
the
only
one
eatin'
Shut
your
pie
hole
And
wanna
figure
out
why
I'm
gettin'
it
high
though
Why?
'Cause
you
need
fire,
and
I'm
a
pyro
And
you
a
parrot,
you
copy
what
I
do
and
say?
Only
difference
between
you
and
me,
you
were
gay
Ahhhhh,
did
he
get
his
feelin's
hurt?
Nahhhh,
he's
got
titties
under
his
shirt
I've
lived
Yes
I've
lived
a
life
that's
full
I've
traveled
each,
and
every
highway
What
more,
and
what's
more
than
this
-
It
go
my
way,
Chi-Way
This
way
or
the
highway
When
you
walk
straight,
niggaz
tend
to
look
at
you
sideways
I
say,
Fuck
that
dog,
I
get
my
own
way
Niggaz
ain't
believe
me
'till
they
see
me
on
t.v
And
seen
K
freely,
gettin'
head
on
the
freeway
Then
passin'
up
Freeway,
just
like
it's
a
relay
We
stay
4 stars,
all
better
'Cause
the
couches
in
the
rooms
got,
more
leather
And
we
gon'
flip
Carter,
when
we
could
afford
better
And
back,
before
Benzes,
when
we
could
afford
Jettas
You
still
dress
(Ardjo),
but
only
pay
partial
Stay
gettin'
somethin'
off
lay-a-way
at
Marshall's
Polo
and
(Carbesher's),
we
into
them
things
dogg
Back
in
'96
we
was
livin'
like
kings
dogg
40
cals
or
better,
tottin'
them
things
dogg
So
up
the
turkish
snake,
and
take
them
rings
off
I've
lived
Yes
I've
lived
a
life
that's
full
I've
traveled
each,
and
every
highway
What
more,
and
what's
more
than
this
-
I
did
it
my
way
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