Tell A Story Lyrics
| Song | Tell A Story |
| Artist | Rhymefest |
| Album | Blue Collar |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Artist：rhymefest | |
| Songs Title：tell a story | |
| This is your life yo | |
| You got ups and you got downs man | |
| You got downs and you got ups | |
| We all go through the same thing on different days | |
| man don＇t act like you ain＇t like me | |
| what you don＇t put your pants on one leg at a time | |
| what＇s going on with you playa | |
| let me tell you somethin man | |
| I＇m ready to tell you about your life on this one look at here | |
| these the things we all go through | |
| it＇s everyday life for me and you | |
| don＇t feel bad | |
| don＇t feel bad | |
| things that happen everyday | |
| around the world or around the way, we just... | |
| just tell a story | |
| tell a story | |
| Where can I start | |
| start at the part | |
| me at the part | |
| playin this part | |
| provin this role | |
| waitin on old? | |
| just got fronted at eight for that blow | |
| now you burn the pot | |
| watch me rock | |
| back on the block | |
| with a few in the sock | |
| doing the heavy | |
| cops in the chevy | |
| scopin his every move already | |
| smooth and deadly | |
| cool his belly | |
| probably get popped right in front of the deli | |
| the ghetto to mallon | |
| his tools was heavy | |
| his crew was ready | |
| to do whatevy | |
| got juice but not tryin to turn in the power | |
| ain＇t burnin the pot | |
| now you watch me rock | |
| chop drop swap cop | |
| chop drop swap cop | |
| chop stop you cop we cops | |
| swallow that working end of the glock | |
| only thirteen ain＇t know what it mean | |
| but he lovin the green the american dream | |
| his momma says stop his father was hot | |
| couldn＇t just stop cause he coulda got shot | |
| they move him down south to straighten him out | |
| and he＇s still selling dope by the big warmer house | |
| what you gon＇ do when it＇s all up to you | |
| stuck in this cell with nothing to do, but... | |
| just tell a story | |
| tell a story | |
| these the things we all go through | |
| it＇s everyday life for me and you | |
| don＇t feel bad | |
| you feel that | |
| things that happen everyday | |
| around the world or around your way, we just... | |
| tell a story | |
| tell a story | |
| jenny was bad she stayed on suspension | |
| hung around guys she liked that attention | |
| give her daddy an honourable mention | |
| he wrote her letters while he was in prison | |
| brother ain＇t home | |
| momma was gone | |
| working them doubles now she all alone | |
| stuck at the crib with no food or a phone | |
| what you thinkin your girl gon＇ be on | |
| party at jam＇s house people would come | |
| sippin that scissor, hitten them blunts | |
| underage kids could come and get drunk | |
| did I hit it? well maybe just once | |
| she had a boyfriend they was in love | |
| he had a job he was sellin the...uhh | |
| same shit＇s on the streets | |
| now she gettin two letters a week sayin | |
| what is the lonlest number that your＇ll ever do? | |
| when your looking for love, | |
| and daddy aint there to hug | |
| and two is the lonlest number is as bad as one, when your hurtin your soul | |
| thinking your makin a feelin at home | |
| but these are the thing we all go through | |
| its everyday life for me and you | |
| don＇t feel bad | |
| i know you feel bad | |
| i know you feel bad | |
| things that happen eveyday | |
| around the world or around your way | |
| just tell a story | |
| what do we do? | |
| tell a story | |
| this is starting to get old | |
| got me feelin lyk a whales in fish bowl | |
| when the city and the summer can get cold | |
| when the army your home is gnna get stole | |
| n everybody and your moma got bad credit | |
| it dont matter we ball like we athletic | |
| on the run from the cops | |
| till we asmatic | |
| in a house will a bill...? | |
| this aint nothin but life for ghetto youghts | |
| that im writing spitting this little booth | |
| n if i lie i still mix it with little truth | |
| when i go down nigga im living proof | |
| dont get mad because im stuck in this glory | |
| n y＇all rappers aint go nothing to for me | |
| but right now i guess the storys over | |
| the storys over | |
| ryhmefest | |
| a leader of records man | |
| we document this story for you | |
| put it down | |
| chicargo | |
| we just tell a story | |
| we get on borey | |
| [00:00.00] | 作曲 : Bullock, Fuquea, Nilsson ... |
| [00:00.00] | 作词 : RONSON, MARK/SMITH, CHE/UNKNOWN, WRITER |
| Artist: rhymefest | |
| Songs Title: tell a story | |
| This is your life yo | |
| You got ups and you got downs man | |
| You got downs and you got ups | |
| We all go through the same thing on different days | |
| man don t act like you ain t like me | |
| what you don t put your pants on one leg at a time | |
| what s going on with you playa | |
| let me tell you somethin man | |
| I m ready to tell you about your life on this one look at here | |
| these the things we all go through | |
| it s everyday life for me and you | |
| don t feel bad | |
| don t feel bad | |
| things that happen everyday | |
| around the world or around the way, we just... | |
| just tell a story | |
| tell a story | |
| Where can I start | |
| start at the part | |
| me at the part | |
| playin this part | |
| provin this role | |
| waitin on old? | |
| just got fronted at eight for that blow | |
| now you burn the pot | |
| watch me rock | |
| back on the block | |
| with a few in the sock | |
| doing the heavy | |
| cops in the chevy | |
| scopin his every move already | |
| smooth and deadly | |
| cool his belly | |
| probably get popped right in front of the deli | |
| the ghetto to mallon | |
| his tools was heavy | |
| his crew was ready | |
| to do whatevy | |
| got juice but not tryin to turn in the power | |
| ain t burnin the pot | |
| now you watch me rock | |
| chop drop swap cop | |
| chop drop swap cop | |
| chop stop you cop we cops | |
| swallow that working end of the glock | |
| only thirteen ain t know what it mean | |
| but he lovin the green the american dream | |
| his momma says stop his father was hot | |
| couldn t just stop cause he coulda got shot | |
| they move him down south to straighten him out | |
| and he s still selling dope by the big warmer house | |
| what you gon do when it s all up to you | |
| stuck in this cell with nothing to do, but... | |
| just tell a story | |
| tell a story | |
| these the things we all go through | |
| it s everyday life for me and you | |
| don t feel bad | |
| you feel that | |
| things that happen everyday | |
| around the world or around your way, we just... | |
| tell a story | |
| tell a story | |
| jenny was bad she stayed on suspension | |
| hung around guys she liked that attention | |
| give her daddy an honourable mention | |
| he wrote her letters while he was in prison | |
| brother ain t home | |
| momma was gone | |
| working them doubles now she all alone | |
| stuck at the crib with no food or a phone | |
| what you thinkin your girl gon be on | |
| party at jam s house people would come | |
| sippin that scissor, hitten them blunts | |
| underage kids could come and get drunk | |
| did I hit it? well maybe just once | |
| she had a boyfriend they was in love | |
| he had a job he was sellin the... uhh | |
| same shit s on the streets | |
| now she gettin two letters a week sayin | |
| what is the lonlest number that your ll ever do? | |
| when your looking for love, | |
| and daddy aint there to hug | |
| and two is the lonlest number is as bad as one, when your hurtin your soul | |
| thinking your makin a feelin at home | |
| but these are the thing we all go through | |
| its everyday life for me and you | |
| don t feel bad | |
| i know you feel bad | |
| i know you feel bad | |
| things that happen eveyday | |
| around the world or around your way | |
| just tell a story | |
| what do we do? | |
| tell a story | |
| this is starting to get old | |
| got me feelin lyk a whales in fish bowl | |
| when the city and the summer can get cold | |
| when the army your home is gnna get stole | |
| n everybody and your moma got bad credit | |
| it dont matter we ball like we athletic | |
| on the run from the cops | |
| till we asmatic | |
| in a house will a bill...? | |
| this aint nothin but life for ghetto youghts | |
| that im writing spitting this little booth | |
| n if i lie i still mix it with little truth | |
| when i go down nigga im living proof | |
| dont get mad because im stuck in this glory | |
| n y all rappers aint go nothing to for me | |
| but right now i guess the storys over | |
| the storys over | |
| ryhmefest | |
| a leader of records man | |
| we document this story for you | |
| put it down | |
| chicargo | |
| we just tell a story | |
| we get on borey | |
| [00:00.00] | zuo qu : Bullock, Fuquea, Nilsson ... |
| [00:00.00] | zuo ci : RONSON, MARK SMITH, CHE UNKNOWN, WRITER |
| Artist: rhymefest | |
| Songs Title: tell a story | |
| This is your life yo | |
| You got ups and you got downs man | |
| You got downs and you got ups | |
| We all go through the same thing on different days | |
| man don t act like you ain t like me | |
| what you don t put your pants on one leg at a time | |
| what s going on with you playa | |
| let me tell you somethin man | |
| I m ready to tell you about your life on this one look at here | |
| these the things we all go through | |
| it s everyday life for me and you | |
| don t feel bad | |
| don t feel bad | |
| things that happen everyday | |
| around the world or around the way, we just... | |
| just tell a story | |
| tell a story | |
| Where can I start | |
| start at the part | |
| me at the part | |
| playin this part | |
| provin this role | |
| waitin on old? | |
| just got fronted at eight for that blow | |
| now you burn the pot | |
| watch me rock | |
| back on the block | |
| with a few in the sock | |
| doing the heavy | |
| cops in the chevy | |
| scopin his every move already | |
| smooth and deadly | |
| cool his belly | |
| probably get popped right in front of the deli | |
| the ghetto to mallon | |
| his tools was heavy | |
| his crew was ready | |
| to do whatevy | |
| got juice but not tryin to turn in the power | |
| ain t burnin the pot | |
| now you watch me rock | |
| chop drop swap cop | |
| chop drop swap cop | |
| chop stop you cop we cops | |
| swallow that working end of the glock | |
| only thirteen ain t know what it mean | |
| but he lovin the green the american dream | |
| his momma says stop his father was hot | |
| couldn t just stop cause he coulda got shot | |
| they move him down south to straighten him out | |
| and he s still selling dope by the big warmer house | |
| what you gon do when it s all up to you | |
| stuck in this cell with nothing to do, but... | |
| just tell a story | |
| tell a story | |
| these the things we all go through | |
| it s everyday life for me and you | |
| don t feel bad | |
| you feel that | |
| things that happen everyday | |
| around the world or around your way, we just... | |
| tell a story | |
| tell a story | |
| jenny was bad she stayed on suspension | |
| hung around guys she liked that attention | |
| give her daddy an honourable mention | |
| he wrote her letters while he was in prison | |
| brother ain t home | |
| momma was gone | |
| working them doubles now she all alone | |
| stuck at the crib with no food or a phone | |
| what you thinkin your girl gon be on | |
| party at jam s house people would come | |
| sippin that scissor, hitten them blunts | |
| underage kids could come and get drunk | |
| did I hit it? well maybe just once | |
| she had a boyfriend they was in love | |
| he had a job he was sellin the... uhh | |
| same shit s on the streets | |
| now she gettin two letters a week sayin | |
| what is the lonlest number that your ll ever do? | |
| when your looking for love, | |
| and daddy aint there to hug | |
| and two is the lonlest number is as bad as one, when your hurtin your soul | |
| thinking your makin a feelin at home | |
| but these are the thing we all go through | |
| its everyday life for me and you | |
| don t feel bad | |
| i know you feel bad | |
| i know you feel bad | |
| things that happen eveyday | |
| around the world or around your way | |
| just tell a story | |
| what do we do? | |
| tell a story | |
| this is starting to get old | |
| got me feelin lyk a whales in fish bowl | |
| when the city and the summer can get cold | |
| when the army your home is gnna get stole | |
| n everybody and your moma got bad credit | |
| it dont matter we ball like we athletic | |
| on the run from the cops | |
| till we asmatic | |
| in a house will a bill...? | |
| this aint nothin but life for ghetto youghts | |
| that im writing spitting this little booth | |
| n if i lie i still mix it with little truth | |
| when i go down nigga im living proof | |
| dont get mad because im stuck in this glory | |
| n y all rappers aint go nothing to for me | |
| but right now i guess the storys over | |
| the storys over | |
| ryhmefest | |
| a leader of records man | |
| we document this story for you | |
| put it down | |
| chicargo | |
| we just tell a story | |
| we get on borey | |
| [00:00.00] | zuò qǔ : Bullock, Fuquea, Nilsson ... |
| [00:00.00] | zuò cí : RONSON, MARK SMITH, CHE UNKNOWN, WRITER |
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