Artist Field Mob music lyrics
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Title Crutch
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Crutch - Field Mob
[Chorus]
You are not alone 'cause I'm going through this thing with you
You don't have to cry no more
If we make it through this pain, promise I'm gon' keep it real with you
You don't have to cry no more
[Boondox] I remember bein broke with no record deal
[Kalage] Broke with no job
[B] Too broke to smoke dope
[K] Man, times so hard
I wanna take my own life
[B] That's what pain do to you
[K] But I'm too broke to even die
[B] I couldn't afford a funeral
[K] I'm too broke to spend time
[B] Y'all don't know how it feel
I could've been a metal welder
[K] 'Cause I know how to steel (steal)
[B] Naw, I ain't braggin, I'm just keepin it real
I was so broke my wet dream was 'bout eatin a meal
[K] Man I been homeless
[B] You ever spent the night in the grass?
[K] With ants and mesquitos
[B] While they bitin ya ass
[K] My best friend got shot nine times for nothin
He was all I had, we used to lie and say we was cousins
[B] Even momma turned her back on me, wouldn't look me in my face
I'm a disgrace to my folks...
[K] 'Cause I ain't graduate?
[B] I ain't have nobody
[K] Man, I wish I was dead
[B] I was alone so I turned to God and he said
[Chorus]
[Boondox]
As far as I remember, I been in high school ever since elementary
Since the fifth I been twistin spliffs and hittin the weed
My eyes went through menestration every day in the summer
At age six, my piss could crank up a Hummer
Had a hooker mom, like Alfred she Hitchcock
Bumped dad, 'cause when he visit it was like a pit stop
I lived knock hard, like Jay-Z, boy ya won
Things got harder, at age eighteen, I bought a gun
A three-eighty caliber, for street crazy scavengers
Tryna take my ??, I'll turn your hat lavender
Sacks of herb in my pocket I smoke eventually
Supposed to be sellin 'em, but it's hard to give 'em away
Livin the day for tomorrow, so on the down-low
I used beats and rhymes, why not, look at me now
From flippin dimes, playin get like me to get a dollar
To ridin on my own twenties in my Impala, I ain't cryin
[Chorus]
[Kalage]
Well, I been hearin a lotta people say that blood's thicker than water
Well answer this then, which would you swallow?
I said that to say, it don't matter, friend or kin
Shawn ain't my cousin but he here through thick and thin
[B] OK, I came up but all the faith folks came down
[K] The script flip flopped
[B] Now the game changed round
Everybody wanna chill now, in my grill now
Now my smile ice cold, white gold like whooooooaaaa!
[Chorus 4x]
More lyrics from Field Mob
.: 1, 2, 3
.: All I Know
.: Area Code 229
.: At the Park
.: Baby Bend Over
.: Blacker the Berry
.: Can't Stop Us
.: Channel 613, Part 1
.: Cheatin' On We
.: Crutch
.: Cut Loose
.: Da' Durty
.: Dead In Your Chevy
.: Dimez
.: Don't Want No Problems
.: Georgia
.: Haters
.: Hey Shawty
.: I Hate You
.: It's H***
.: My Main Roni
.: My Wheels
.: Pistol Grip
.: Project Dreamz
.: Shake Sumpthin'
.: Sick of Being Lonely
.: Sick of Being Lonely (Dirty South mix)
.: Sick of being lonely remix
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