My Way Songtext
von Danny!
My Way Songtext
Aw shucks, aw thank you, thank you
Please, please, I don′t deserve it
Aw man
I'm at the end of the road y′all, I'm almost there
I done been through a lot
But I did it all my way man
Made my own rules and look where I'm at now
Can′t get mad at that
I lived a pretty, pretty full life you know
And I been everywhere I could go
But when it all comes down to it
I did it all my way
Yeah I′m lukewarm now but I was cold once
The rap game wanna set me, I ain't got gold fronts
I don′t cruise on dubs, I don't shoot up clubs
I don′t push weight homie, I never moved drugs
But I did start from the bottom
Had a soft head, hard bottom
And now the Billboard charts got 'em
Ranked at number one
And thanks to everyone who appreciates what I′m doing here
The beats that I make are a keepsake like a souvenir
But I wasn't always doing music
I was stupid and foolish, living life recklessly
Like the time when the magistrate arrested me
I was writing like check after check every week
Couldn't help it but the money interested me
But I wised up quick, best believe that
Now I only cop a sweater if I need that
Yeah, I came a long way from picking up chicken at Dodgers
To being on stage shimmying next to Roger
Those were the good days
But I′m forgetting some of them didn′t want me in
They said that I was different
So I fell back and I prayed about it
Couple days later heard them boys had came around and
Now I'm on stage with the ′caine shouting my name
Yeah y'all know the rest
Yeah, and there are many other instances to speak about
But I ain′t mention them on purpose, had to leave 'em out
′Cause if I told you everything that I been through
You'd probably wanna jump up out the window
And if I told you 'bout the things that I′ve seen
You might scream ′til your eyes pop out like high beams
Have your ass drinking Visine
Yeah I did it my way
Like Baskin-Robbins ice cream
Irene take it away
Haha
Shout out to Irene Reid on the vocals
I did all the beats for my album, thank you very much
I also had to sell some beats for my album, thank you very much
You know, it's getting kinda slow out there
Shout out to everybody who made this project possible
Jam Room on Rosewood
Up To No Good
My mom, I love you to death
You′re my favorite girl in the world
I don't want anybody else to, man
Thank you mom
Jesse, Brandy, my two sisters
I love y′all to death
When this album sells I'ma put everybody through college
Even your kids
Morgan Sherman how you doing tonight?
Oh thanks for being the best friend a guy could ever have
You′re like a sister to me, I love you to death
Man, you always believed in me and I appreciate that
Shout out to Ill Sean, Q Tom
We 'bout to do this my niggas
Shout out to the Beat Mix, Three Days
Decker Boulevard, Park Lane
Harden Street, Divine
Yeah
Also a shout out to Justin and Lorena
AKA my cousins, AKA my two closest friends
I love y'all to death man
Thanks for being there for me all the time
Columbia on the come up y′all
Matter of fact South Carolina on the come up man
The whole South on the come up man
We ′bout to do this for real
I'm putting it down
Yeah
Come on Irene, take us home
Please, please, I don′t deserve it
Aw man
I'm at the end of the road y′all, I'm almost there
I done been through a lot
But I did it all my way man
Made my own rules and look where I'm at now
Can′t get mad at that
I lived a pretty, pretty full life you know
And I been everywhere I could go
But when it all comes down to it
I did it all my way
Yeah I′m lukewarm now but I was cold once
The rap game wanna set me, I ain't got gold fronts
I don′t cruise on dubs, I don't shoot up clubs
I don′t push weight homie, I never moved drugs
But I did start from the bottom
Had a soft head, hard bottom
And now the Billboard charts got 'em
Ranked at number one
And thanks to everyone who appreciates what I′m doing here
The beats that I make are a keepsake like a souvenir
But I wasn't always doing music
I was stupid and foolish, living life recklessly
Like the time when the magistrate arrested me
I was writing like check after check every week
Couldn't help it but the money interested me
But I wised up quick, best believe that
Now I only cop a sweater if I need that
Yeah, I came a long way from picking up chicken at Dodgers
To being on stage shimmying next to Roger
Those were the good days
But I′m forgetting some of them didn′t want me in
They said that I was different
So I fell back and I prayed about it
Couple days later heard them boys had came around and
Now I'm on stage with the ′caine shouting my name
Yeah y'all know the rest
Yeah, and there are many other instances to speak about
But I ain′t mention them on purpose, had to leave 'em out
′Cause if I told you everything that I been through
You'd probably wanna jump up out the window
And if I told you 'bout the things that I′ve seen
You might scream ′til your eyes pop out like high beams
Have your ass drinking Visine
Yeah I did it my way
Like Baskin-Robbins ice cream
Irene take it away
Haha
Shout out to Irene Reid on the vocals
I did all the beats for my album, thank you very much
I also had to sell some beats for my album, thank you very much
You know, it's getting kinda slow out there
Shout out to everybody who made this project possible
Jam Room on Rosewood
Up To No Good
My mom, I love you to death
You′re my favorite girl in the world
I don't want anybody else to, man
Thank you mom
Jesse, Brandy, my two sisters
I love y′all to death
When this album sells I'ma put everybody through college
Even your kids
Morgan Sherman how you doing tonight?
Oh thanks for being the best friend a guy could ever have
You′re like a sister to me, I love you to death
Man, you always believed in me and I appreciate that
Shout out to Ill Sean, Q Tom
We 'bout to do this my niggas
Shout out to the Beat Mix, Three Days
Decker Boulevard, Park Lane
Harden Street, Divine
Yeah
Also a shout out to Justin and Lorena
AKA my cousins, AKA my two closest friends
I love y'all to death man
Thanks for being there for me all the time
Columbia on the come up y′all
Matter of fact South Carolina on the come up man
The whole South on the come up man
We ′bout to do this for real
I'm putting it down
Yeah
Come on Irene, take us home
Writer(s): Gilles Thibaut, Claude Francois, Jacques Revaux, Paul Anka Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

