Текст песни almost over - ChoSoLovely

If I had to sit down and tell you everything that happened this year
Man I would probably shed a tear, I'd probably shed a tear
If I had to tell you everything you've been through you gon' judge how I'm living
But we gotta see it through, we gotta see it through
I know it never gets easier
I know you gotta keep your head up
I know and in God, we pray
Yeah
Too many
I'm counting too many times that I'm winning, count too many times
Got me counting the blessings I'm getting, I'm praying all my brothers shine
Now they think that I'm tired of winning cause I went shot out the ceiling
When I'm really tired in general
I'm glad this year is almost over
So bring on, bring on the punches, and roll with the punches
Hey you can bring on it, bring on it
It's almost over
So I don't know what coming next as long as I don't get upset
Give me rest or don't give me that
Yeah, cause I know when your life's a mess you'll slide over, we can handle some business
Everything is okay
So bring on it, bring on it
Bring on it, bring on it
Bring on the, bring on the punches, and roll with the punches

Too many low times, I know, when you had a couple people switching sides on cold
And I know if you chill in the car alone it ain't gon' fix none of all your problems though
But everybody wanna heat it up
You could put it in the microwave it ain't gon' be for lunch
Pussy niggas like a vacuum, they chilling in the dust
We ain't talking bout no Huntz when I tell you that you need to catch up
And how the hell you finna keep it a hundred if you ain't got a dub in your pocket
I don't even mean to stack up shawty
I heard you got a bad, bad body but I ain't even tripping, you ain't gotta act that naughty
And you don't even gotta add that sloppy, I just pulled up with the whip diablo'd and offset
And I just got out with my brothers, like salad dressing
You ain't even on my radar, so take off
Thousand hundreds, I can get it on a day off
And who the fuck trying to start the smoke, we gotta bake off
I ain't even with the shits, call my brothers
So they can leave you like a painting on a stained wall
Watch come in stainless, get them grains in it
I don't even care about nothing, let the rain hit it
I'm thanking the storm cause you can make it rain with it
And I'm thanking the Lord cause he can take the pain away
Away, it's okay
Cause you don't know what's coming, but it's headed your way
Gotta keep your head up (head, neck, chest)
Man, you gotta keep your head up
Bring on the, bring on the punch
Bring on the, bring on the, bring on the punches, and roll with them punches

If I had to sit down and tell you everything that happened this year
Man I would probably shed a tear, I'd probably shed a tear
If I had to tell you everything you've been through you gon' judge how I'm living
But we gotta see it through, we gotta see it through
We gotta see it through, we gotta see it through
We gotta see it through, we gotta see it through
I'm glad this year is almost over
It's almost over