The Way That It Goes Songtext
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The Way That It Goes Songtext
Black shorts socks stance
Melodies pour out my iPhone to my Vox amp
And though I crave for Understanding these instruments Feed my soul
And nurtured the parts of my heart That once were whole
I′m so confused
Still I spend a couple Frank's for an Ocean view
Just to remain as flawless as the jewelry That Oprah choose
To wear right before she hit that Center stage
Another interview another minute Made
Yellow mixed with pink Lemonade is What I sip
Before I clock in and get that 2 Percent of every hundred dollars That customers spend
Lord forgive me for the times that I Been at work
Instead of being at church
On Sunday reading that verse
But the bills due on the first and 15th
Not to mention I get written up for Stupid stuff
So now the Cash rules Everything around me
I clocked in just to see who got hired Sorry Mr.Pullen your fired
That′s the way that it goes
Realizing freedom of speech ain't free
The way that it goes
The only person held accountable is Me
That's the way that it goes
Goes goes
The way that it goes
The only person held accountable is Me
Whenever I′m in the middle of fast Laning and cash chasing
I make a pitstop into the gas station
Two swishers please
So I can switch the scene to my Victory
And rid me of all these superficial Tendencies
I just want to make music that people Like
Incorporated by the story of my life
But yet I got caught in the hype of The acceptance, instead of standing Guard
I got lost in the awe of fans using their body as a weapon
She said stab me, I did it gladly
Groupie life
The pain don′t go away till the shit Drops, dookie life
Yikes the irony of conversation
When your girl brings up fidelity And you change the conversation
I just wanted to make it
I've been faithful and anxious
And all it took was a beautiful Woman to declare I was famous
I believed it and gave in, crapped out On the first roll and out the window Is my clothes
That′s the way that it goes
Realizing freedom of speech ain't free
The way that it goes
The only person held accountable is Me
That′s the way that it goes
Goes goes
The way that it goes
The only person held accountable is Me
My stomach touching my back
But they keep refusing payment
Say it's an issue with banking
And ain′t accepting my statement
And handing eviction notices
Ain't nobody relating
A couple miles from the station
With groceries on the pavement
But I can take a breath in an over Polluted nation
Talking higher power
Every single hour on the hour
I reckon how I devour makes the Opposition sour
Step to the giant or run with rest and Cowar
Cause the thunderstorm is coming With chances of led shower
I
Go a day without rearranging my goals
Then I'm passing up every finicky friend that turned foe
Who knows
Maybe we get through emotional blows
But shit for now this just the life that we chose
That′s how it
Goes
Melodies pour out my iPhone to my Vox amp
And though I crave for Understanding these instruments Feed my soul
And nurtured the parts of my heart That once were whole
I′m so confused
Still I spend a couple Frank's for an Ocean view
Just to remain as flawless as the jewelry That Oprah choose
To wear right before she hit that Center stage
Another interview another minute Made
Yellow mixed with pink Lemonade is What I sip
Before I clock in and get that 2 Percent of every hundred dollars That customers spend
Lord forgive me for the times that I Been at work
Instead of being at church
On Sunday reading that verse
But the bills due on the first and 15th
Not to mention I get written up for Stupid stuff
So now the Cash rules Everything around me
I clocked in just to see who got hired Sorry Mr.Pullen your fired
That′s the way that it goes
Realizing freedom of speech ain't free
The way that it goes
The only person held accountable is Me
That's the way that it goes
Goes goes
The way that it goes
The only person held accountable is Me
Whenever I′m in the middle of fast Laning and cash chasing
I make a pitstop into the gas station
Two swishers please
So I can switch the scene to my Victory
And rid me of all these superficial Tendencies
I just want to make music that people Like
Incorporated by the story of my life
But yet I got caught in the hype of The acceptance, instead of standing Guard
I got lost in the awe of fans using their body as a weapon
She said stab me, I did it gladly
Groupie life
The pain don′t go away till the shit Drops, dookie life
Yikes the irony of conversation
When your girl brings up fidelity And you change the conversation
I just wanted to make it
I've been faithful and anxious
And all it took was a beautiful Woman to declare I was famous
I believed it and gave in, crapped out On the first roll and out the window Is my clothes
That′s the way that it goes
Realizing freedom of speech ain't free
The way that it goes
The only person held accountable is Me
That′s the way that it goes
Goes goes
The way that it goes
The only person held accountable is Me
My stomach touching my back
But they keep refusing payment
Say it's an issue with banking
And ain′t accepting my statement
And handing eviction notices
Ain't nobody relating
A couple miles from the station
With groceries on the pavement
But I can take a breath in an over Polluted nation
Talking higher power
Every single hour on the hour
I reckon how I devour makes the Opposition sour
Step to the giant or run with rest and Cowar
Cause the thunderstorm is coming With chances of led shower
I
Go a day without rearranging my goals
Then I'm passing up every finicky friend that turned foe
Who knows
Maybe we get through emotional blows
But shit for now this just the life that we chose
That′s how it
Goes
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