Artist: MellowHype (Hodgy Beats & Left Brain) Album: Numbers Song: Snare Typed by: OHHLA Webmaster DJ Flash [Hodgy Beats] Yo, yo, yo yo, yo Momma called me lazy, said nothin could motivate me Her talkin would aggravate me until I'm leavin the room I rolled around like a pea in a spoon When she woke me go to school, Folgers news I'm the cool kid with a 'C' average, only a G can see past it Dealing with absence of fathers is past tense Why he keep getting arrested? Your reckless impressless Yo, just let me live, I'm a teen or adolescent Tribulations, life lessons, I go through the grow through Wisdom isn't given, it's percepted through livin Decisions and commitment is the broccoli and briscuits To unreliable soul, in which I desire to go Everyday another struggle, get your money fuck the hustle When you think I'll give up, you got one life to live up Take this advice, and use it like protection Everybody make mistakes and, very few correct them [Chorus] They say, nigga try a little harder but it didn't work I tried, it didn't work, so I made shit work They told me to try a little harder but it didn't work So I made shit work - now my shit works now my shit works [Hodgy Beats] Practice makes perfect, but nobody is Rolling with the Oddly kids, I was born a star - like Ozzy kids They in my biz, I probably did, I am an economist I walk the Earth and coexist, someone you didn't know exist I'm back like I'm here returnin - you're in your seat, you're squirmin In my sermon, turbulence from all the turning I'm just learnin as I advance to my next level Life's a stripper, I let it dance on my gas petal Thrash metal, she sew it special with the hash methyl High mellow, to do a puntos into God's ghetto Dirt devil, cleaning lives, demeanin wives Leaving child's drawerless for drugs and drawer is the love is flawless What's a life beyond stress, who wants it? Its kinda like mom's gifts Everyday another struggle get your money, fuck the hustle When you think I'll give up, you got one life to live up [Chorus] [Interlude] Where, is, the, love at? (At, at) I said, where, is, the, love at? (At, at) Where the love at? Should I hate you 'til it gives kisses and hugs back? Comefrom traps, where niggaz don't get out the gate, overrun laps One way rotissi' with hats, ankle caught in cracks Smile gats, and never facts, clever acts, now spit a better rap [Chorus]