Where Would We Be? Lyrics by Good Charlotte

Lyrics G Good Charlotte Lyrics Where Would We Be? Lyrics

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My cup runneth over Jonny walker on crushed ice No Christmas but a wonderful life Most y'all rap niggaz cuffies Shit for brains I just remain the shit, no toilet All magnificent you can't spoil it Nor fight it dope, but I never got to light it All I do is write it, poet laureate A purple label, Ralph Lauren Always feel good on a cut like Neosporin Shooting star headed for the Moon like Warren Came along way from begging mom for them Jordan's Dudes boring, is hard on the beat I bleed on the page Been ill since playing streets of rage Damn, there's been a minute I'm still handling them been a spitter with lyrical finesse Pray I sell 6 digits I can sleep well knowing that I got my spirit and my soul Damnit, I'm oh so cold Stepped off the throne just to step on a peonce Cracked ribs spilled extra sauce like Leons What the fuck he on I'm a star Naledge born I illuminate neon Y'all crab rappers throw stones like Egon I'm trying to touch the sky Y'all play the corner like Deion I speak reach sorta like I had 3 arms Lights, camera, action, nigga we on What the fuck you see-on The phoenix rising, exactly what the rap critics fantasizing You ain't realizing You ever listen to the future toast to the present Pour some liquor out for Brappy then I keep it stepping Brushing my fade wit money on my mind Looking in the mirror and envision a one of a kind I'm Mr. opulent vocal tone is perfection No rec league, Naledge do it for profession Look in my rhyme, look in the eyes of me, I'm laughing I know I'm what you're trying to be What more to say w/o rap Will I still be straight I tell 'em I can never be straight Till my people ban together like they signed with Diddy running for cheesecake Or soundscan[?] held back from my release date Label stress had me drinking till I couldn't see straight Latin Dan told me to hold it tight like a knee brace I'm so hip hop, put your trust in me You ain't know that's why I just fucks with me

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