Fabolous - Make Me Feel Better lyrics

La la la la Wait 'til I get my money right I had a dream I could buy my way to heaven When I awoke I spent that on a necklace I told God I'd be back in a second Man, it's so hard not to act reckless To whom much is given, much is tested Get arrested, guess until he get the message I feel the pressure, under more scrutiny And what'd I do? Act more stupidly Bought more j**elry, More Louis V. My mama couldn't get through to me The drama, people suing me I'm on T.V. talking like it's just you and me I'm just saying how I feel man I ain't one of the Cosby's, I ain't go to Hillman I guess the money should've changed them I guess I should've forgot where I came from La la la la Wait 'til I get my money right La la la la Then you can't tell me nothing right? Excuse me, is you saying something? Uh, uh, you can't tell me nothing You can't tell me nothing Uh, uh, you can't tell me nothing Let up the suicide doors This is my life homie, you decide yours I know that Jesus died for us But I couldn't tell you who decide wars So I parallel double-parked that motherf**er sideways Old folks talking 'bout back in my day But homie, this is my day Cla** started two hours ago, oh, am I late? No I already graduated And you can live through anything if Magic made it They say I talk with so much emphasis Ooh, they so sensitive Don't ever fix your lips like collagen Then say something where you gon end up apolog'in Let me know if it's a problem then A'ight man, holla then La la la la Wait 'til I get my money right La la la la Then you can't tell me nothing right? Excuse me, is you saying something? Uh, uh, you can't tell me nothing You can't tell me nothing Uh, uh, you can't tell me nothing Let the champagne splash Let that man get cash, let that man get past You don't need to stop to get gas If he can move through the rumors, he can drive off fumes Cause how he move in a room full of No's? How he stay faithful in a room full of hoes? Must be the pharoahs, he in tune with his soul So when he buried in a tomb full of gold Treasure, what's you pleasure? Life is a, uh, depending how you dress her So if the devil wear prada, Adam, Eve wear nada I'm in between, but way more fresher But way less effort, cause when you try hard That's when you die hard Ya'll homies lookin' like "Why God?" When they reminisce over you, my God La la la la Wait 'til I get my money right La la la la Then you can't tell me nothing right? Excuse me, is you saying something? Uh, uh, you can't tell me nothing You can't tell me nothing Uh, uh, you can't tell me nothing La la la la Wait 'til I get my money right La la la la Then you can't tell me nothing right?