Artist/Band:
Obie Trice
Lyrics for Song: Don't Come Down
Lyrics for Album: Cheers [2003]
[Chorus x1]
Don't come down, things will always work out
Don't come down, things will always work out
Don't come down, things will always work out
So when you find yourself in tears
[Verse1]
As a child I was fowl
Ma, I couldn't understand them things that came out ya mouth
(Daddy's aint shit)
You would fuss, cuss til' your blood pressure was up
Then give up, slouch on the couch and drink your liquor (fuck you)
A hard headed nigga I was, quick temper
Short attention span, not attendin' class
What a dummy, I will run over you honey
You confront me and say, "Obie, you no longer have a mommy"
Don't use my phone
Don't even eat my food
Matter of fact don't speak and it was just me and you
In a house with that mouse and them traps and that gat
Waitin' on the day for you to pull the trigger back
[Chorus x1]
[Verse 2]
Trying to kill me boy
That's what you wanna do, kill me
Ma, you're not feeling me
The beat was not that drastic
Blasting, Bastard, you're lying (your lying)
You took plastic freezer bags with dope inside of 'em
She knew, but she hated that it was true
I didn't raise 2 boys, I can do away with you
The locks changed and the nights got colder
I'm slinging boulders, looking like a boulder toker
But fuck it I'm the Obester
I'm down for Mas man
She rabbed out my corner like "I'm not gonna cry"
"I will not reap the pain, watching my youngest man"
"On the corner slingin' cain" (I'm callin' the cops)
[Chorus x1]
[Verse 3]
ma, Even though I left the house grown
Seventeen years old
On my own, using these streets as my home
There's no need to prolong this beef, dear I love you
Miss Eleanor Trice I place no one above you
You the reason when I hustle, I knew the stack
The reason when I opened up mics I knew the rip
The ethics you installed in this hectic young brother
Rubbed off after all, now look at your boy
When they ask about me now you wont just put your head down
Straighten up ma, you can smile now proud
Everything's kosher with the boustrous Obster
Lets get closer, to repress never approach us
[Chorus x2]
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