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no regrets - likwuid lyrics

[verse 1]
’03, i*95, just left the ballgame, going 75
tryna dodge the po, been stopped a couple times
so i cruise the inner lane, out of sight, out of mind
bumping goodie mob number two, “sky high”
i guess that’s why i’m still standing, not [?]
thank god [?] couldn’t k!ll will
‘cause even when i wasn’t able, i had sheer…
power, ‘bout to hit the stage in an hour
sweatbox waiting for me, barely hit the showers
i wouldn’t change my life, nothing less will suffice
yup yup, i done done it even if it wasn’t right
and you can charge my head ‘cause my heart was in the right place
that’s why i made a 180 like about*face
[?], they say your heart is your home
that’s why i still sweatbox ’til the day i’m gone, yesir
[verse 2]
the light calling but the dark tasting
traces of liquor inside a cup got my heart racing
like, “runaway, runaway, young’un”
guess i’m a glutton for punishment ’til the pain numbing
gon’ say something or forever hold your piece, right?
the fam divided, can’t stand as silent, the beef height
tend pretend them, not my mens
but in truth no defense can convince me that any of this sh*t makes sense
and i sense the sweatbox is coming to an end
but time heals what was gone is coming back again
this, the return of the brothers, f*cker
thanks to sis with the assist, you can’t touch us
when we merge like voltron
gun out the holster, still will stand when the smoke gone
so long, adios to those who were prolong
these r&b n*ggas want no part of these n*ggas

[verse 3]
my foundation’s so strong, pillars are so intact
wannabes can run along and tell ‘em the box is back
holding the world on my back, feeling sorta like that
lesson at last, i’m breaking ground and glass
waiting for the very second that the starter pistol blast
my music can go the distance, it’s the marathon, b*tches
and i’m so far ahead of these people i once knew
one hit of the midi board will demolish your whole crew
one fl!ck of my pen’s cap can set cities ablaze
only i can prevent forest fires turning the page
and i’m in a new stage, exiting stage up
ignoring most of my peers ’til the day they wake up
and i can’t say it enough, we got music to make
we got places to go, we got records to break
there’s no time to waste, i got goals to hit
and playing the game of life, i’m too legit to quit
[verse 4]
i say i’m a thinker and a drinker, hard to make the distinction
since liquor tend to loosen the truth
seduced by lucid illusions of evolution, reproduce the weak pen
you may get rained over strippers on the weekend
i reign like a pharaoh on the mountain peak in egypt
but maybe i’m a dreamer, or maybe it’s the seagram’s
angel or a demon, god’s favorite or a heathen
got me pacing, latent to the evening, thinking of the reasons why i even try
i mean we all live to die
and in between, i’m searching for a purpose, look into the sky
tryna find a slice of heaven, i don’t know where heaven is
i’m just guessing, sh*t, i ain’t been to church in several years
can’t listen to the reverend, his message fell on the deafened ear
mass distraction, lessons are hard to hear over the ambulance, sirens, death and the weapons firing
s*x, violence and welfare checks, [?] lifestyle
reflected over life now
for some it’s hard to swallow, for me, it’s harder to write down
so i pick up a bottle, easy logic to follow
hard to argue when your role models couldn’t put the pipe down
as a child i had fruitful expectations
but life don’t owe you sh*t, not even a explanation
tryna balance inhibitions and libations
good intentions and good liquor, all things in moderation

[verse 5]
my crew runs heavy, i’m talkin’ ‘bout a ton each
i turn your crew of fours to relay teams
you walk to the battle, but then you sprinted after
i lack passion but make up for it with talent
see i’m the catalyst for the best album that you n*ggas heard
i feed off your hate, yo, and i love to splurge
last i heard, my styles called in your face
‘cause i don’t take what you do, i do what it takes
i break haters off quick, f*ck walking a mic
i’ll have you walking a crutch
i come in the clutch like no other before, kick in the door
the rap game’s under fire and i’m waving the torch
see i can smell fear a mile away
you f*ggots get sprayed, i have you n*ggas catching a stray
this ain’t a game like the nba, this ain’t no best of seven
see i’m the quickest way to h*ll or heaven
[verse 6]
back in them days, i was up for the party, pass the bacardi
a wild young shawty that stuck out like a ferrari
sorry ‘cause i’ve been like this since the beginning
sinning and grinning and f*cking the sh*t out a lotta women
charlie sheen winning, gun in my sack of denim
get your [?] and pump with dirty [?], it’s back up in ‘em
i did shows, got mine, got seen, got signed
got videos online, i’m f*cking james bond, n*gga
for sweatbox, i felt the work from a sweatshop
no product, i don’t logic, time to move to the next spot
i never felt the team or anything in between
we was just n*ggas rapping who shared the same dream
don’t get it twisted, i’m not p*ssed, beefin’ and sh*t
it made me tougher and it taught me not to sit with the clink
so aside, all that side*talking, though things are different
peace to the [?] and [?], it’s dirty [?]

- likwuid lyrics

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