Texty:
We Still Dream Learn From Losing

MADE ARE NOW IN A GRAVE, SIX FEET BELOW BUT WHERE DID THEY GO. WHEN WE DON'T KNOW WHAT WE'RE DOING, WE'VE GOT TO LEARN FROM LOSING. Who would have ever

sucker up buck, buck, buck 'N tell him to take that wid him Now that we still thugging Spitting as we run away from prison Nigga we still running But the bad bad boyz is still

used to fuck with? Man, we ain't fucking with that fake motherfucker MC Uh, whatever that motherfucker name is Man, we got a real crew, we got motherfuckers

't even look in the mirror 'Cause we gotta suffer while things get rougher And that's the reason why we got to get tougher To learn from the past and

bumpin two bazooka tools in a dented trans am you living dreams, like a crack fiend who say he clean, when we riding beams you steam we drunk off lean

enough I can?t win for you, you can?t lose for me (I can?t win for you, you can?t lose for me) Broken hearts and dreams we left along the way Will only

a long list of wrongs I'm making right But of all the things I've done Hurting you is still the one Mistake that I keep making in my dreams every night

of a rose's thorn And learn from the strife of a soul that's torn To be forewarned Just to be forearmed So let that thought settle As we backpeddle Through

and we can flourish lately we begin discouraged uncherished and malnourished repeat it like you're a parrot, regurgitate like other birds so far from just some words, if we