Paroles de lost in the rhythm

Paroles de lost in the rhythm Par JOHNNY DRILLE

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He always used to say this
He no go work for another man
Driving his Mercedes
He done a lot to make it out
Mama used to say to him
Your papa gone, be a better man
But all these niggas hasty
We all just wanna make it

Had no damn pride till he made it out
Flaws of a G nigga from the south
Grew up with less a broken heart
Papa no show he didn't get a dad
Now he's getting life, no getting out
Now all of his G's stabbed him in the back
They all want his dream so they hit him hard
But he stands up
And he fights 'em back

He always used to say this
He no go work for another man
Driving his Mercedes
He done a lot to make it out
Mama used to say to him
"Your papa gone be a better man"
But every nigga hasty
Everybody wanna make it

He fell in love but she didn't love him back
A victim of all of the circumstance
The matter long I no fit settle am
He's been through all the worst that I ever seen
He's been through all the worst that I ever seen
Prays to the Lord for saving
A question to the world can you see him
'Cause he feels lost in the rhythm, oh yeah