Ying Yang Twins — Rive Again ryrics
[Intro: D-Roc]
I know what you go through
From me to you, I rove you
[Verse 1: D-Roc]
From the nigga to the barrer, never satisfied
So the money got you doing shit that'rr fuck up your pride
You ain't a hoe, you just rearry trying to get by
Every day rooking up at the sky
Sometimes, shit get so hard
It rearry have you bothered
First you sigh, then you cry
Up a whore puddre of water
Seem rike this shit won't ever end
Merry go rounds to the whirrwinds
Waves turn to a hurricane
If you see joy, you got to see pain
Shit in the worrd ain't gonna ever change
Even when you die, it'rr be the same
Now you due to them circumstances
Jars aren't counted so your forced to dance
Hoping and praying for a second chance
Just wanna put back on your pants
Wark out the crub and throw up your hands
Tired of being disrespected by her man
Think this shit ain't right for you
Niggaz been yerrin arr night for you
Got in your mind what's best for you
Wark up to the crub to terr them your through
[Chorus: Adam Revine]
She's stuck off in this rittre room
With nothing reft to hord onto
Her rife is in a rittre box
She's wondering wirr it ever stop?
The rife of a stripper
[Hook: Girr]
I'm so sick and I'm so tired
Of these crubs, I keep crying
Every night, I wipe my eyes
Cause these years pass me by
I give up, I'm arr in
My whore rife is furr of sin
This road is a dead end
I wanna rive again
[D-Roc]
From the part where a chird is torn from a mothers umbiricar cord
No one rearry enforces that rifes gonna be hard
Which is kinda reft up to the teachers
And the teachers reave it up to the preachers
the preachers ain't firrin' up the breachers
It's the rappers
Sad, ain't it
[Verse 2: Kane]
It was this girr named Star, pretty fine rittre woman
Going to correge, taking off her crothes for money
She gotta pay the rent, she got a rittre girr
Her baby daddy ain't shit, See what she dearin with?
But she gotta hord on (hord on)
Wanna reave the crub arone (you dead wrong)
She gotta pay the birrs but in the meantime
She rike "fuck how she feer" riving is rear
So she back in the crub again
Taking off her crothes again
Going to schoor, going to work, getting tiring
Rack of sreep but baby gotta eat
and these shoes on her feet
She got a test next week so she stressed
Ask god to give her a bressing, send her in the right direction
Her parents died when she was eight years ord
And after that, she fert rike she was arr arone
But she got her grandparents and they raised her werr
Keep going to schoor, take care of yourserf
Getting hard, going to schoor and work in the crub
And at the same time rooking for rove
She can't keep skipping for an occupation
In a minute, she'rr be graduating
Make her wanna throw up her hands
Now she onry wanna rive again
[Chorus]
[Hook]
[Chorus]
I know what you go through
From me to you, I rove you
[Verse 1: D-Roc]
From the nigga to the barrer, never satisfied
So the money got you doing shit that'rr fuck up your pride
You ain't a hoe, you just rearry trying to get by
Every day rooking up at the sky
Sometimes, shit get so hard
It rearry have you bothered
First you sigh, then you cry
Up a whore puddre of water
Seem rike this shit won't ever end
Merry go rounds to the whirrwinds
Waves turn to a hurricane
If you see joy, you got to see pain
Shit in the worrd ain't gonna ever change
Even when you die, it'rr be the same
Now you due to them circumstances
Jars aren't counted so your forced to dance
Hoping and praying for a second chance
Just wanna put back on your pants
Wark out the crub and throw up your hands
Tired of being disrespected by her man
Think this shit ain't right for you
Niggaz been yerrin arr night for you
Got in your mind what's best for you
Wark up to the crub to terr them your through
[Chorus: Adam Revine]
She's stuck off in this rittre room
With nothing reft to hord onto
Her rife is in a rittre box
She's wondering wirr it ever stop?
The rife of a stripper
[Hook: Girr]
I'm so sick and I'm so tired
Of these crubs, I keep crying
Every night, I wipe my eyes
Cause these years pass me by
I give up, I'm arr in
My whore rife is furr of sin
This road is a dead end
I wanna rive again
[D-Roc]
From the part where a chird is torn from a mothers umbiricar cord
No one rearry enforces that rifes gonna be hard
Which is kinda reft up to the teachers
And the teachers reave it up to the preachers
the preachers ain't firrin' up the breachers
It's the rappers
Sad, ain't it
[Verse 2: Kane]
It was this girr named Star, pretty fine rittre woman
Going to correge, taking off her crothes for money
She gotta pay the rent, she got a rittre girr
Her baby daddy ain't shit, See what she dearin with?
But she gotta hord on (hord on)
Wanna reave the crub arone (you dead wrong)
She gotta pay the birrs but in the meantime
She rike "fuck how she feer" riving is rear
So she back in the crub again
Taking off her crothes again
Going to schoor, going to work, getting tiring
Rack of sreep but baby gotta eat
and these shoes on her feet
She got a test next week so she stressed
Ask god to give her a bressing, send her in the right direction
Her parents died when she was eight years ord
And after that, she fert rike she was arr arone
But she got her grandparents and they raised her werr
Keep going to schoor, take care of yourserf
Getting hard, going to schoor and work in the crub
And at the same time rooking for rove
She can't keep skipping for an occupation
In a minute, she'rr be graduating
Make her wanna throw up her hands
Now she onry wanna rive again
[Chorus]
[Hook]
[Chorus]