Injury Reserve - SS San Francisco lyrics

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Injury Reserve - SS San Francisco lyrics

[Verse 1: Ritchie with a T] Oh, what if I, if I don't wanna stay in here? If I don't wanna pray in here, what am I doin'? What if, Lord, if I really feel like that? If I won't wear some sh*t like that, doo, doo-doo, doo-doo We ain't supposed to be there, we ain't supposed to live in it It ain't supposed to be this way, it ain't supposed to be this way, doo, doo-doo, doo-doo We ain't supposed to be there, we ain't supposed to live in it It ain't supposed to be this way, it ain't supposed to be this way We ain't supposed to be there, we ain't supposed to live in it It ain't supposed to be this way, it ain't supposed to be this way (Don't be mine) [Verse 2: ZelooperZ] Stone, hard to move 'em, wrong, hard to prove 'em On the crater on the moon, watchin' home movies Will they change the time up? Will they fall further to it? I can't eat no brown stuff, I like the toaster strudel They ain't got no gravity, I'm floatin next to coozie Reason for insanity, I ain't got one to use it Know my body mad at me because it's goin' through it Scared to have some kids because the world be goin' through it [Verse 3: Ritchie with a T] I ain't goin' through that, you can't just force me through that sh*t Nah, I ain't gon' do it, nah, I ain't gon' do it, I can't Buried in the dirt and we just goin' through the deuces? They say it come in all shapes and sizes, they can make it just for you kid They tried to show me the floor plans, it ain't matter how big your bed is Say, "You choose a twin and you can put a little studio where that sh*t is" Twenty bands in incentives, I just go to how much to rent it I don't think they get it, hold up, I ain't finished Auntie say she can go four years and come back just breaded Say they're payin' folks to keep it clean and everyone fed, sh*t Oh, you gon' wait on some Bruce Wayne-ass ni**a on some Alfred sh*t? Nah, more like Geoffrey Butler, haven't you see Fresh Prince kid? I don't think she get it, she just too hardheaded sh*t, there ain't no difference, you just want forgiveness Plus, you gon' get vetted, prolly check your credit So, I don't think you get it... [Outro: Ritchie with a T] I don't wanna stay no more [?] if I ain't really get like that If I won't wear some sh*t like that All I know, is I can't take it anymore Not anymore, doo, doo-doo, doo-doo