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• Artiste: Ferguson
• Titre: Life Reversed
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(Verse) In a fresh lamborghini , 2 white bitches in the back Hollywood life, cheat on my wife Thinking back I used to be nice Blinded by the glamoring ice wish I could go back for a night Made a hell of a price to make it I'm so surrounded by fakeness All the nights I spend chasing never thought I would regret it Headed to the point of no return Made it big so I know it burn Lesson learned, stand out like bad perm First I'll turn more than hurt Wasn't there to see my beautiful lil girl Feel the need of her, drugs got my mind in a twirl Plus the charges got me back Tryin to pitch somebody's armies Where I couldn't kill the fly Guess this fame comes with a price Never thought I would regret blowin up over night (Hook) Can't believe how I've changed so much Looking back, looking back, looking back Can't believe how I've changed so much Looking back, looking back, looking back I'm looking back (Verse) Get up early in the morn' start writing up a story Outside makes it warm but I never go outdoors Used to shoot hoops now I try to ball in the booth Told 'em all I'ma get it, make sure my doubters regret it Got big dreams, like a fellon sleeping became a giant hard headed Like a bull with a heart of a lion, But still the shy type if the staging get nervous Asking God what's my purpose trying to make as me While I chase this dream but it seems everything That I chase don't want me , growing up wasn't confident Maybe I had to do some of the things that my father said Try my best but I guess it's better to settle for less Life is too complex , every day feel depressed If I don't make it in music I prefer to be dead Ice blood shot red higher than a dread Too many visions from my past So my broke ass gotta blow fast (Hook) Can't believe how I've changed so much Looking back, looking back, looking back Can't believe how I've changed so much Looking back, looking back, looking back I'm looking back