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[Chorus:] Ain't no Love (in the heart of the city) Why the fuck do I wake up with a beer in my hand? And burnt finger tips from the roach that I had, it's a mad world More cash more worries I got my moms house and made it three stories, I'm tryin to live life like I'm supposed to be But don't, don't stand so close to me I'm a lone star rider I ride alone If u test me I fuck off that maricon It's the spm See more pussy then lesbian Still a killer from my skin to my skelaton Jealous men Ya'll softer then jealaton I sip medicine With more led then zepplin I fight for the ones that standin in prison They say I gotta big head, must of saw me pissin Here come the police but this time they ain't knockin This is verse one of a drunk man talkin [Chorus] I feel happy for the happy and sad for the sad I'm a member of the club that never had no dad No money no food Letras de cancionesI got room for desert mom And by the way the beans and rice were da bomb So we made it mom I'm so glad that you proud of me Sorry for the throwin that bitch over the balcone I promise not to do no more stupid shit no more But I chip the hands of men that want me 6 below Bein brown ain't easy mom I'm loosin my mind The only niggas I got beef with is my own fuckin kind Are you happy that I ain't sellin dope no more And that these crack heads ain't knockin at our door no more And that I don't walk around with a gun no more And that the neighbors ain't talkin bout your son no more You showed me it's the little things that make life beautiful Only God knows the shit that I put you threw [Chorus] I can't forget about the day I buried my friend I could'ntbelieve how quick his bitch got married again We went from playin freeze tag to playin to tag Throw gats, blow hats, old shacks with mole rats And a little bit Fuck money cause it ain't shit You need enough for a 40 and a ciggarette I sit here in this camping truck With a ateness for grape in my stanley cup Ain't no love and ain't no peace bro I'm just tryin to get my slice of the pizza MAN, like martin luther king I gotta dream I just wanna see the fuckin wetback on T.V Like A.B.C or N.B.C Or C.B.S or fuckin M.T.V I ain't nobody special man I'm just like you All I do is blow brick and bang d.j Screw I love u my nigga [Chorus] (I'm just a drunk man talkin) From Letras Mania