Intro:
Psssss hey you look listen I gotta real talk true story I gots to tell about
A very sad situation that's unfortunately how life happens in reality your gonna know oh so very very well
Verse 1:
Yo what up with all these buster lame deer
Who just can’t hang or bang
Let alone be a brother from another mother playing it cool with poise like
True R&P emcee trailblazers that’s down by law to honorable
Hip hop
Causes prepared for whatever life throws at him
Generating interest
Not being boring likе some lame-o’s cause I’m spitting rhymеs for the unlucky kids
Without a dad or mom that got cheated in life blessing them reciting this psalm prayer
Hopefully to be answered as providence eventually so sucker lame deer playing adulting games
See the error in there ways that could never afford
To help
One another or be honest let alone fathom to understand why is that imagining
What it’s like to be younger again getting shafted caught in a dead end job
Life happens being stuck in the rat races maze thats why sinderella manns
Staying truest in this krush groove funkyfresh
Never stale
Just new photosynthesized oxygen every little step
I take by myself
On this lone road not you Bobby brown to move people untraceably with power musics
Meaning that lame deer benignly neglect sinderella mann
For filthy rat emcees
Polluted corny cliched hogwash crap copycunts can duplicate but fail to bite or replicate
This multi spectrual flow let alone figure out what
Makes sinderella mann tick
Trying to mock his highnesses hotshot heroine overdose mind boggling
Keep it gangster with ya flair your trying to diss but don’t even know the half
Like any mitch bade trick without rhymes to recite yourself
Jelly sickling saying
Hook:
OPS there goes your one and only shot in life
OPS humans forget what it’s like to be young
Again
OPS not making your stance fighting for that one opportunities
Chance
To seize everything wanted getting the best
Outta life
Paying the prices cost you wanna live to give what you get ops the song of life goes on
Ops ops ops ops
Verse 2:
Whose living the coolest baller tipping for life thats got it made in the shade
Is what matters most fuck your opinion outside that conclusion
Without
Bullshit popularity contests dammit from east coast to west coast
Keep the crossover
Sinderella manns gonna stay frosty like a snowman using this funk while
Many act as if they enjoy being conventionally boring in some square trendy
Predictable life cycling manner sinderella mann
Won’t ever understand
Others lame deer games who shall remain nameless
Because your soo vain
You couldn’t keep the mic hot and you probably think this song is about you dont you dont you
Lacking Rockwell’s voice and rick James’s guitar skills
Cause you never had
The option or choice sinderella mann does barking preternatural powers in the dark
Rocking rhymes ripping the mic all indolent imbeciles can't relate to
With disgust in your eyes
Being another brick in the wall pussyfooter that doesn’t have shit on true loc’ed out
Hip hop gangsters like sinderella mann dropping refillable scripts to blow
Your fucking brains out with funky grammar as a certified jammer living to win
Down to expose any flaker for the fraud you are through
This melody
Thats strong enough to visualize celestial astrology
Coming to life
Thats very real unless your left behind saying
Hook:
OPS there goes your one and only shot in life
OPS humans forget what it’s like to be young
Again
OPS not making your stance fighting for that one opportunities
Chance
To seize everything wanted getting the best
Outta life
Paying the prices cost you wanna live to give what you get ops the song of life goes on
Ops ops ops ops
Verse 3:
You only get one chance everyday until you die to become
What you wanna be
From being wide awake and alive living it up having the time of your life
Enjoying yourself until it’s all over so make experiencing existence
A sight to be seen
For what it’s truly worth ceasing every valid opportunity to succeed
In life
Why be normal living a generic predictable basic lifetime
When you can give back
Working hard cause you played your fucking self now stop sleeping stay woken in life
While adulting without catching ops this is a odyssey even
When some lose the will to change
Guess that’s nothing new or strange like being broke as a joke having no spare cents
To make dollars as these dreams in mind with passion
From the heart aren’t free
You need fuel for the journey as life flows on long after the thrill of living is gone
Monotone humans get older and grayer in the face
Not many age
Gracefully doing the same old song and dance routine
Never spicing it up
Adding variety which’s the true wealth in life having plenty of options set aside
It’s a damn shame word is bond everyone can’t grow up while still being a child at heart
Working having fun that doesn’t drain the life outta you let alone discuss music
Or play catch up cause many are preoccupied adulting so I guess what they say is true
Life happens now your halting questioning endless
Confusions
Continual crisis of shortcoming mishaps and faults not able to leave all the worrying behind
To ignore it all smelling the roses enjoying life’s simple things cause your stuck saying
Hook 2:
OPS OPS OPS OPS there goes your one and only chance
Stuck in a suckers lifestyle
Were others are so bogus and normal that they choose willful ignorance in a slave mentality
To treat you like your the exact same as them numb to others
Predicaments
Only seeing there own circumstances everyones normal until you get to know them forneverlanders
So until then just recall with all people and many
If not
All things in this world there’s more than meets the eye more than meets the eye eye eye eye