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Ludacris, Trick Daddy - Hopeless
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Текст песни: Ooh, you feel that?
As I take you to them dirt roads
Deep down in your Southern roots
Where nobody said life was gon' be easy
And we travel through this emotional rollercoaster called life
And we have our ups and downs
Just keep in mind, when you hit rock bottom
Ain't no where to go but up, baby
It's just all about how you deal with it, you feel me?
Listen here
When life seems hopeless, it make a nigga lose focus
Empty beer bottles and roaches
Helps to get it off my chest, 'cause I'm so stressed
And all I hear is, "Fuck the world"
When life seems hopeless, it make a nigga lose focus
Empty beer bottles and roaches
Helps to get it off my chest, 'cause I'm so stressed
And all I hear is, "Fuck the world"
Man, ever since life's been a gamble, my life's been in shambles
Double-edged sword, burnin' both sides of the candle
"But Chris, you can't handle the truth"
Don't wanna face reality, so Lord, accept my apology
Please, like when police say, "Freeze"
And I ain't do shit, but I'm down on my knees
It's a crooked system, but gin straight take the pain away
I charge the game and put my problems on layaway
A Black man, but I feel so blue
So I smoke green and purple 'til my dreams come true
And my eyes turn red, the sky turns gray
Children slingin' white in the hood, we call it yay
Drinkin' Old Gold down my yellow brick road
Then rewrite my script until my story's untold
See, I got a little money and my life sped up
Now I've fallen and I can't get up
When life seems hopeless, it make a nigga lose focus
Empty beer bottles and roaches
Helps to get it off my chest, 'cause I'm so stressed
And all I hear is, "Fuck the world"
When life seems hopeless, it make a nigga lose focus
Empty beer bottles and roaches
Helps to get it off my chest, 'cause I'm so stressed
And all I hear is, "Fuck the world"
Uh, I had this dream about a dope fiend (About a dope fiend)
And it's strange, 'cause he could, uh, barely write or read
But seems to get folks just about anything (Just about anything)
Curious about him, I wanted to talk with him
But he said he was too busy for that
But I was more than welcome to walk with him
So as we walked, he talked, and I just listened
He said, "There's a big difference between crackers and niggas"
See, he say, "White folks look out for the white folks
But, uh, Black folks blame other Black
Folks when it ain't enough Black folks"
So yo, to make a long story short
We need to pay more attention and do things that's way more convincing
And he told me, "You know, I wouldn't
Sell you somethin' that wasn't workin'
And I damn sure wouldn't waste my time
Tellin' you somethin' that'll hurt you
But you'll fall for anything if you don't
Stand for somethin', that's for certain
But niggas don't be listenin', and that shit be hurtin'
Now, not all of us, but some of us (Some of us)
And if we don't hurry up, they gon' bury each and every one of us"
When life seems hopeless, it make a nigga lose focus
Empty beer bottles and roaches
Yeah, it helps to get it off my chest, 'cause I'm so stressed
And all I hear is, "Fuck the world"
When life seems hopeless, it make a nigga lose focus
Empty beer bottles and roaches
Yeah, it helps to get it off my chest, 'cause I'm so stressed
And all I hear is, "Fuck the world"
Sometimes I can't deal with my daily issues just bein' sober
Life's a bitch and I can't control her
I wish I could, and sometimes, to cry on, we need a shoulder
The government stands us up to run us over
And in the hood, they don't seem to understand, goddamn
Which really got me wonderin' if it's part of a bigger plan
Man, I'm smellin' somethin' fishy goin' on
And it's way beyond blowin' away the
Smoke from all these Swishers goin' on
It ain't much that I can do about it (No)
But preach the word, tell my people, "Spend your money wisely" (Yup)
Don't be absurd 'bout some things that appreciate (Like what?)
Like a home, wake up and open your eyes to what the fucks is goin' on
'Cause they constantly gettin' rid of us (Yup)
One by one, whether it's drugs or diseases
Or it's gun by gun, I ain't no saint either
I feel I'm even doin' wrong
By usin' what's in this chorus just to get through this song
When life seems hopeless, it make a nigga lose focus
Empty beer bottles and roaches
Helps to get it off my chest, 'cause I'm so stressed
And all I hear is, "Fuck the world"
When life seems hopeless, it make a nigga lose focus
Empty beer bottles and roaches
Yeah, it helps to get it off my chest, 'cause I'm so stressed
And all I hear is, "Fuck the world"
You know, y'all gon' mess around and
Keep on complainin' about slavery and, um
That was over forty, fifty years ago, you know?
Black folks need to move on
You know, stay strong and, um
Y'all keep playin' with them crackers, they gon' have your ass
Somewhere tied up, wired up on them
Backroads of South Florida, Georgia, you know?
And they made the laws, so them shits can't do nothin' for you
Huh, can the church get a amen?
God for the thugs too, amen
As I take you to them dirt roads
Deep down in your Southern roots
Where nobody said life was gon' be easy
And we travel through this emotional rollercoaster called life
And we have our ups and downs
Just keep in mind, when you hit rock bottom
Ain't no where to go but up, baby
It's just all about how you deal with it, you feel me?
Listen here
When life seems hopeless, it make a nigga lose focus
Empty beer bottles and roaches
Helps to get it off my chest, 'cause I'm so stressed
And all I hear is, "Fuck the world"
When life seems hopeless, it make a nigga lose focus
Empty beer bottles and roaches
Helps to get it off my chest, 'cause I'm so stressed
And all I hear is, "Fuck the world"
Man, ever since life's been a gamble, my life's been in shambles
Double-edged sword, burnin' both sides of the candle
"But Chris, you can't handle the truth"
Don't wanna face reality, so Lord, accept my apology
Please, like when police say, "Freeze"
And I ain't do shit, but I'm down on my knees
It's a crooked system, but gin straight take the pain away
I charge the game and put my problems on layaway
A Black man, but I feel so blue
So I smoke green and purple 'til my dreams come true
And my eyes turn red, the sky turns gray
Children slingin' white in the hood, we call it yay
Drinkin' Old Gold down my yellow brick road
Then rewrite my script until my story's untold
See, I got a little money and my life sped up
Now I've fallen and I can't get up
When life seems hopeless, it make a nigga lose focus
Empty beer bottles and roaches
Helps to get it off my chest, 'cause I'm so stressed
And all I hear is, "Fuck the world"
When life seems hopeless, it make a nigga lose focus
Empty beer bottles and roaches
Helps to get it off my chest, 'cause I'm so stressed
And all I hear is, "Fuck the world"
Uh, I had this dream about a dope fiend (About a dope fiend)
And it's strange, 'cause he could, uh, barely write or read
But seems to get folks just about anything (Just about anything)
Curious about him, I wanted to talk with him
But he said he was too busy for that
But I was more than welcome to walk with him
So as we walked, he talked, and I just listened
He said, "There's a big difference between crackers and niggas"
See, he say, "White folks look out for the white folks
But, uh, Black folks blame other Black
Folks when it ain't enough Black folks"
So yo, to make a long story short
We need to pay more attention and do things that's way more convincing
And he told me, "You know, I wouldn't
Sell you somethin' that wasn't workin'
And I damn sure wouldn't waste my time
Tellin' you somethin' that'll hurt you
But you'll fall for anything if you don't
Stand for somethin', that's for certain
But niggas don't be listenin', and that shit be hurtin'
Now, not all of us, but some of us (Some of us)
And if we don't hurry up, they gon' bury each and every one of us"
When life seems hopeless, it make a nigga lose focus
Empty beer bottles and roaches
Yeah, it helps to get it off my chest, 'cause I'm so stressed
And all I hear is, "Fuck the world"
When life seems hopeless, it make a nigga lose focus
Empty beer bottles and roaches
Yeah, it helps to get it off my chest, 'cause I'm so stressed
And all I hear is, "Fuck the world"
Sometimes I can't deal with my daily issues just bein' sober
Life's a bitch and I can't control her
I wish I could, and sometimes, to cry on, we need a shoulder
The government stands us up to run us over
And in the hood, they don't seem to understand, goddamn
Which really got me wonderin' if it's part of a bigger plan
Man, I'm smellin' somethin' fishy goin' on
And it's way beyond blowin' away the
Smoke from all these Swishers goin' on
It ain't much that I can do about it (No)
But preach the word, tell my people, "Spend your money wisely" (Yup)
Don't be absurd 'bout some things that appreciate (Like what?)
Like a home, wake up and open your eyes to what the fucks is goin' on
'Cause they constantly gettin' rid of us (Yup)
One by one, whether it's drugs or diseases
Or it's gun by gun, I ain't no saint either
I feel I'm even doin' wrong
By usin' what's in this chorus just to get through this song
When life seems hopeless, it make a nigga lose focus
Empty beer bottles and roaches
Helps to get it off my chest, 'cause I'm so stressed
And all I hear is, "Fuck the world"
When life seems hopeless, it make a nigga lose focus
Empty beer bottles and roaches
Yeah, it helps to get it off my chest, 'cause I'm so stressed
And all I hear is, "Fuck the world"
You know, y'all gon' mess around and
Keep on complainin' about slavery and, um
That was over forty, fifty years ago, you know?
Black folks need to move on
You know, stay strong and, um
Y'all keep playin' with them crackers, they gon' have your ass
Somewhere tied up, wired up on them
Backroads of South Florida, Georgia, you know?
And they made the laws, so them shits can't do nothin' for you
Huh, can the church get a amen?
God for the thugs too, amen
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