me, eh-oh This is the story of my life (***** not understood) everytime i step out i face 20 years this is the story of my life if you been goin through
to Spanish immigrants I speak in codes, man to severence Always quiet than ben dichon to my madre Even though she did nuttin' for me Acknowledge me as I run down my life story
find what's real too hard to believe in It's that same old story again Born of slaves who died too soon to realize The need his life would be Selflessly
the floor Put stacks in a Prada knapsack, hit the door Grab the keys to the five, call my niggaz on the cell Bring some weed I got a story to tell, uhh
write The story of my life I'll tell about the night we met And how my heart can't forget The way you smiled at me I want the world to know The story
write the story of my life I'll tell about the night we met And how my heart can't forget the way you smiled at me I want the world to know the story
whole boat sinks Seems to be the story of my life The story of my life The story of my life That's the story of my life That's the story of my life
your eyes and it's past Story of my life Story of my life Story of my life Story of my life Story of my life The story of my life
and down and down Till im in pain you throw around You build me up you build so high Then you bring down and down and underneath the ground Story of my life
mind We try our lives away Then stumble into the grave We cry and still they stay Past won't go away Story of my life See I was just thinkin' Now my life
I'm in a hotel room in California Givin' it my best to give you up I'm leavin' on a jet plane to New Orleans You and me, we didn't see it comin' But
I wish I could give you the love you deserve I wish I could be your servant d'jour, yeah I wish I could tell you the things that I'm not I wanna show
I can't ignore the voices in my head The things we never said hunting me down I feel like I've found myself in pieces on the floor More broken than before
Katie likes to run around In cotton panties and a crown She driving all the boys insane Suckin' on a candy cane She likes to play the tambourine Her
Out here out on my own I admit that it gets me sometimes It's not that I'm not strong It's just a different view I know that I belong Standing out in
I've got a friend who wears go-go boots to Sunday School We used to sit and drink pink champagne on a tin roof Ridin' it out in a thunder bird Singin'
White lace bedspread, Monet hanging over my head Big smile on my face, wine glasses all over the place Your shirt on my floor, I've never done that before
I can't help but wonder how this fire keeps going out Even when we try to keep it burning It's hard to let you go and that's because I know Holding on
