Rick Ross - Tears Of Joy lyrics

[Rick Ross - VERSE 1] Smoking the best spliff in a brand new Benz no I'd on the track let the story begin. begin... Lookin in the mirror but I don't see much Staring in the streets so I don't sleep much Watching the snakes so they don't creep up But the way I'm gettin dis money n***az cant keep up U n***az cant keep up n***az got beef but it cant be much I'm still walking through the crowds like I cant be touched Top back all black Gretzky puck Ice skater little later might let me f** Damn, she might let me f** Last night I cried tears of joy Wat did I do to deserve this Vacheron on my wrist a year ago I didn't even know that b**hes exist Quarter milli for the motherf**er No insurance on a motherf**er Ain't life a b**h, but you gotta keep her wet Keys open doors so I gotta keep a set Everybody knows I'ma a lot of people's threats Biggie smalls in the flesh living life after my d**h Yesterday I read my horoscope Tell me lord will I be poor and broke Tell me lord will I be dealing dope I wanna take my momma to the pocanoes [Chorus:] Goodbye To all the loved ones i leave behind At least they can't see me cry And i ask when someone wants to be me, why? Thought having everything would ease my mind If you could read my mind My god, I'm scared I have tattooed tears of joy [Rick Ross - VERSE 2] Last night I cried tears of joy What did I do to deserve this Young rich motherf**er still uneducated but dammit a n***a made it GOD damn a n***a made it cremated in the church lord knows I'm blessed 5 different lawyers so you know I'm stressed A punch in the face get you 300k Ask glad now he back making minimum wage Another victim of my criminal ways I wanna walk in the image of Christ But that b**h vivica nice And I'm still swimming in ice I'm just living my life I'm just living my life Lease a Lamborghini for your p**y rate Life is just a p**y race Snatch a b**h take her back to your place Next mourning I can tell you how the p**y taste I got expensive taste [Chorus] [Rick Ross - VERSE 3] Last night I cried tears of joy What did we do to deserve this Not to dwell on the the past but to keep it real I gotta represent for Emmit Till All the dead souls in the field Lookin at my rolly its about that time White man had a problem wit mine And we suppose 2 be shy? (shy, shy) The revolution still applies Probably still on the rise [Chorus]