Ween - Roses Are Free lyrics

Hello baby fool

One day you're here and then you're gone

Well, well well

I know. I know

Mama put me out at only fourteen

So I started sellin' crack cocaine and codeine

Time to stack some paper I gotta do it quick

Thinkin' I'm a juvenile but they don't know

Who they messin' with

Yeah my mama's only son

But I live everyday like it's my motherfuckin' last one

Every nigga and they mama askin' why

But I'm in the game live by the game

And in the game I'm a die

And if I die or should I say if I go

Bury me in Horn Park next to come and go

"Cuz tomorrow ain't promised to me

The only thing promised to a player is the penitentiary

So I'ma take care of my business on the smooth tip

Watch my back sellin' crack and pack tool clips

And when you think about that you say

It'll be on it's a trip in here today

But the next day you're gone

One day you're here baby and then you're gone

This world we livin' in man it ain't nothin but drama

Everyone wanna harm ya

New York niggas gettin' shot for bombers

Now they got your life in the palm of

They hand like Cali

Niggas with dubs of hydroponic marijuana

Goin' bangin'' got they ghetto hotter than a sauna

down in Orange my nigga Fox died on the corner

Behind a funky ass dice game

I saw him once before he died wish it was twice man

I remember bein' eight deep off in Chucky crib

Lettin' us act bad not givin' a funk what we did

When we lost him I knew the world was comin' to the end

And I had to quit lettin' that devil push me to a sin

My bro Ben in the penn for damn near

But now it look like when he come out man I'm goin' in

So shit I walk around with my mind blown

In my fuckin' zone

'Cuz one day you're here the next day you're gone

One day you're here baby and then you're gone

I'm up early 'cuz ain't enough light in the daytime

smoke them sweets stole these chickens

'Fore the clock strike nine

Dream that holdin' my bolder smolder on the p.a. pipe

AK loader as I get swallowed in the city lights

Niggas be lookin' shiest so I look shiest back

Can't show no weakness with the bitches

Get your life jacked

Man it's a trip where I stay especially for me

Them bitches tryin' to lock me up for the whole century

They gave my nigga Donny forty Dante twenty-nine

I wish that we could smoke again and take a tight lean

My world a trip you can ask grumpy bitch I ain't a liar

My man Bobo just lost his baby in a house fire

And when I got on my knees that eight to pray

I ask God why you let these killers live

And take my homeboy's son away

Man if you got kids show 'em you love em

'Cuz God might just call 'em home

'Cuz one day they here and baby the next day they gone

one day you're here baby and then you're gone

I know you, know, well, well yeah

la da da da, then you're gone

I know, you know, la da da da

Come on baby, one day you're here baby

And then you're gone