It's All Bad Lyrics
| Song | It's All Bad |
| Artist | Chino XL |
| Album | Here To Save You All |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Intro： | |
| Yeah, crazy ups and downs you know what i'm sayin'? crazy how the world | |
| Runs, word up. check it out. bring it on. | |
| Hook： | |
| Lord i try to keep positive, but this life is full of strife | |
| And i'm tired of trying to conquer it | |
| Lord always thinking negative what will go wrong will go wrong | |
| Until the beast in me vanishes | |
| Verse 1: | |
| First of all i was born under a bad sign, confinded to torcher | |
| Never saw what life had to offer | |
| Time slips away like pop singles on the radio | |
| Chino never had the doe, i was determined though | |
| Sabotaged at birth, cursed by an evil angel to strangle | |
| My aspirations from every angle | |
| From a street corner to a demo deal from warner | |
| Hardcore performer, crowd warmer, thought it was on but it wasn't | |
| I never got no budget, stuck like a glue trap | |
| It goes to prove that | |
| Being the greatest lyricist can't paint the full picture | |
| It's a full mixture, i can't get no, no satisfaction | |
| Like being blind watching a movie with no closed caption | |
| I need some time to ease my mind, i'm bested | |
| **** mr. wendal my development is arrested | |
| All i wanted to do was rock with my fast ass | |
| And blast past the mass, collect quick cash | |
| Did what i did best create, but began to hate | |
| All these flake music people makin' artists wait | |
| But i'm a be up there one day | |
| And soon to slam wax innovate rhymes that my fans consume | |
| I view this world through my notepad | |
| Thus expanding my vocab to win, till then, it's all bad | |
| Hook (x2) | |
| Verse 2: | |
| When i was merely a sophmore, went to atlanta on a false tour | |
| This ain't what i prayed so hard for | |
| Dreams broken into individual particles like porcelain | |
| Figurings attached to me like barnacles | |
| Now i'm suppose to be happy like bobby mcferrin | |
| Keep faith, the only thing holy is the drawers i'm wearin' | |
| 89' i aimed to graduate, no exaggerate | |
| Evaporating positive energy from inside of me | |
| To the point where my love for god no more provides for me | |
| Of course lost pride, obviously the force rides | |
| To paradise nobody invites but puts the bill of rights | |
| 1430 sat proving ya, i'm a spick that'll die respective like rahoul julia | |
| So cease with, all that street shit | |
| Expect mc from chi kid, you gets the wicked priest shit | |
| Until i see fit, to open my life strife like the pearly gates of heaven | |
| For ? entertainment this is my expression | |
| Prepare wealth and i'll share self, maybe i can help | |
| But i'm lost but i be large anywhere else | |
| The ill eagle, twisted, war novelist | |
| The problem swallowed us, it takes an activated mind to follow this | |
| And true to realm to be ourselves, not to follow a fad or give in to trends | |
| Till then, it's all bad | |
| Hook (x2) | |
| Verse 3: | |
| Unanswereed prayers plays the background, i pull my baseball caps down | |
| I hide the tracks of my tears from rapping peers | |
| I finally got on and soon he wasn't a moment to | |
| I lose my mind, i lose my friends, my daughter and a coma too | |
| I'm going through a strange tug of war inside my mental wall | |
| Record just went platinum, i'm slapping 'em, i'll show you all | |
| Cover of rolling stones, vibe even tv guide | |
| Was filming my first movie in l.a. when i heard my baby died | |
| Shook it off without a thought that she was beautiful | |
| Soul train awards i go to not my daughters funeral | |
| I stay drunk and high like i'm imperial | |
| Surrounded by more white groupies than a rakim video | |
| Now life's a tour to me, except the way i was rejected formally | |
| Disrespected neighborhoods i know supported me | |
| It's eating me, suicide attemps repeatedly | |
| What i worked so hard for, ultimately is defeating me | |
| I'm paranoid my own mom can't avoid being a tabloid | |
| So she wasn't shocked when my baby flopped | |
| Caught in the industry, spending money feverishly | |
| Now i'mve been robbed, i can't believe my laywers did this to me | |
| Next album was filled up with tragedy and despair | |
| Fans with smiling faces with no real purpose for being here | |
| I call the dear lord when in billboard | |
| I plummet from 3 to 10 i guess failure is my new trend | |
| Thought i was all that, now i just fall flat, splat | |
| Vails of crack, my old friends won't let me call back | |
| So where in mind can i find myself a misty storm invisible to god | |
| I'm falling off like tj swan | |
| Hook (x2) |
| Intro: | |
| Yeah, crazy ups and downs you know what i' m sayin'? crazy how the world | |
| Runs, word up. check it out. bring it on. | |
| Hook: | |
| Lord i try to keep positive, but this life is full of strife | |
| And i' m tired of trying to conquer it | |
| Lord always thinking negative what will go wrong will go wrong | |
| Until the beast in me vanishes | |
| Verse 1: | |
| First of all i was born under a bad sign, confinded to torcher | |
| Never saw what life had to offer | |
| Time slips away like pop singles on the radio | |
| Chino never had the doe, i was determined though | |
| Sabotaged at birth, cursed by an evil angel to strangle | |
| My aspirations from every angle | |
| From a street corner to a demo deal from warner | |
| Hardcore performer, crowd warmer, thought it was on but it wasn' t | |
| I never got no budget, stuck like a glue trap | |
| It goes to prove that | |
| Being the greatest lyricist can' t paint the full picture | |
| It' s a full mixture, i can' t get no, no satisfaction | |
| Like being blind watching a movie with no closed caption | |
| I need some time to ease my mind, i' m bested | |
| mr. wendal my development is arrested | |
| All i wanted to do was rock with my fast ass | |
| And blast past the mass, collect quick cash | |
| Did what i did best create, but began to hate | |
| All these flake music people makin' artists wait | |
| But i' m a be up there one day | |
| And soon to slam wax innovate rhymes that my fans consume | |
| I view this world through my notepad | |
| Thus expanding my vocab to win, till then, it' s all bad | |
| Hook x2 | |
| Verse 2: | |
| When i was merely a sophmore, went to atlanta on a false tour | |
| This ain' t what i prayed so hard for | |
| Dreams broken into individual particles like porcelain | |
| Figurings attached to me like barnacles | |
| Now i' m suppose to be happy like bobby mcferrin | |
| Keep faith, the only thing holy is the drawers i' m wearin' | |
| 89' i aimed to graduate, no exaggerate | |
| Evaporating positive energy from inside of me | |
| To the point where my love for god no more provides for me | |
| Of course lost pride, obviously the force rides | |
| To paradise nobody invites but puts the bill of rights | |
| 1430 sat proving ya, i' m a spick that' ll die respective like rahoul julia | |
| So cease with, all that street shit | |
| Expect mc from chi kid, you gets the wicked priest shit | |
| Until i see fit, to open my life strife like the pearly gates of heaven | |
| For ? entertainment this is my expression | |
| Prepare wealth and i' ll share self, maybe i can help | |
| But i' m lost but i be large anywhere else | |
| The ill eagle, twisted, war novelist | |
| The problem swallowed us, it takes an activated mind to follow this | |
| And true to realm to be ourselves, not to follow a fad or give in to trends | |
| Till then, it' s all bad | |
| Hook x2 | |
| Verse 3: | |
| Unanswereed prayers plays the background, i pull my baseball caps down | |
| I hide the tracks of my tears from rapping peers | |
| I finally got on and soon he wasn' t a moment to | |
| I lose my mind, i lose my friends, my daughter and a coma too | |
| I' m going through a strange tug of war inside my mental wall | |
| Record just went platinum, i' m slapping ' em, i' ll show you all | |
| Cover of rolling stones, vibe even tv guide | |
| Was filming my first movie in l. a. when i heard my baby died | |
| Shook it off without a thought that she was beautiful | |
| Soul train awards i go to not my daughters funeral | |
| I stay drunk and high like i' m imperial | |
| Surrounded by more white groupies than a rakim video | |
| Now life' s a tour to me, except the way i was rejected formally | |
| Disrespected neighborhoods i know supported me | |
| It' s eating me, suicide attemps repeatedly | |
| What i worked so hard for, ultimately is defeating me | |
| I' m paranoid my own mom can' t avoid being a tabloid | |
| So she wasn' t shocked when my baby flopped | |
| Caught in the industry, spending money feverishly | |
| Now i' mve been robbed, i can' t believe my laywers did this to me | |
| Next album was filled up with tragedy and despair | |
| Fans with smiling faces with no real purpose for being here | |
| I call the dear lord when in billboard | |
| I plummet from 3 to 10 i guess failure is my new trend | |
| Thought i was all that, now i just fall flat, splat | |
| Vails of crack, my old friends won' t let me call back | |
| So where in mind can i find myself a misty storm invisible to god | |
| I' m falling off like tj swan | |
| Hook x2 |
| Intro: | |
| Yeah, crazy ups and downs you know what i' m sayin'? crazy how the world | |
| Runs, word up. check it out. bring it on. | |
| Hook: | |
| Lord i try to keep positive, but this life is full of strife | |
| And i' m tired of trying to conquer it | |
| Lord always thinking negative what will go wrong will go wrong | |
| Until the beast in me vanishes | |
| Verse 1: | |
| First of all i was born under a bad sign, confinded to torcher | |
| Never saw what life had to offer | |
| Time slips away like pop singles on the radio | |
| Chino never had the doe, i was determined though | |
| Sabotaged at birth, cursed by an evil angel to strangle | |
| My aspirations from every angle | |
| From a street corner to a demo deal from warner | |
| Hardcore performer, crowd warmer, thought it was on but it wasn' t | |
| I never got no budget, stuck like a glue trap | |
| It goes to prove that | |
| Being the greatest lyricist can' t paint the full picture | |
| It' s a full mixture, i can' t get no, no satisfaction | |
| Like being blind watching a movie with no closed caption | |
| I need some time to ease my mind, i' m bested | |
| mr. wendal my development is arrested | |
| All i wanted to do was rock with my fast ass | |
| And blast past the mass, collect quick cash | |
| Did what i did best create, but began to hate | |
| All these flake music people makin' artists wait | |
| But i' m a be up there one day | |
| And soon to slam wax innovate rhymes that my fans consume | |
| I view this world through my notepad | |
| Thus expanding my vocab to win, till then, it' s all bad | |
| Hook x2 | |
| Verse 2: | |
| When i was merely a sophmore, went to atlanta on a false tour | |
| This ain' t what i prayed so hard for | |
| Dreams broken into individual particles like porcelain | |
| Figurings attached to me like barnacles | |
| Now i' m suppose to be happy like bobby mcferrin | |
| Keep faith, the only thing holy is the drawers i' m wearin' | |
| 89' i aimed to graduate, no exaggerate | |
| Evaporating positive energy from inside of me | |
| To the point where my love for god no more provides for me | |
| Of course lost pride, obviously the force rides | |
| To paradise nobody invites but puts the bill of rights | |
| 1430 sat proving ya, i' m a spick that' ll die respective like rahoul julia | |
| So cease with, all that street shit | |
| Expect mc from chi kid, you gets the wicked priest shit | |
| Until i see fit, to open my life strife like the pearly gates of heaven | |
| For ? entertainment this is my expression | |
| Prepare wealth and i' ll share self, maybe i can help | |
| But i' m lost but i be large anywhere else | |
| The ill eagle, twisted, war novelist | |
| The problem swallowed us, it takes an activated mind to follow this | |
| And true to realm to be ourselves, not to follow a fad or give in to trends | |
| Till then, it' s all bad | |
| Hook x2 | |
| Verse 3: | |
| Unanswereed prayers plays the background, i pull my baseball caps down | |
| I hide the tracks of my tears from rapping peers | |
| I finally got on and soon he wasn' t a moment to | |
| I lose my mind, i lose my friends, my daughter and a coma too | |
| I' m going through a strange tug of war inside my mental wall | |
| Record just went platinum, i' m slapping ' em, i' ll show you all | |
| Cover of rolling stones, vibe even tv guide | |
| Was filming my first movie in l. a. when i heard my baby died | |
| Shook it off without a thought that she was beautiful | |
| Soul train awards i go to not my daughters funeral | |
| I stay drunk and high like i' m imperial | |
| Surrounded by more white groupies than a rakim video | |
| Now life' s a tour to me, except the way i was rejected formally | |
| Disrespected neighborhoods i know supported me | |
| It' s eating me, suicide attemps repeatedly | |
| What i worked so hard for, ultimately is defeating me | |
| I' m paranoid my own mom can' t avoid being a tabloid | |
| So she wasn' t shocked when my baby flopped | |
| Caught in the industry, spending money feverishly | |
| Now i' mve been robbed, i can' t believe my laywers did this to me | |
| Next album was filled up with tragedy and despair | |
| Fans with smiling faces with no real purpose for being here | |
| I call the dear lord when in billboard | |
| I plummet from 3 to 10 i guess failure is my new trend | |
| Thought i was all that, now i just fall flat, splat | |
| Vails of crack, my old friends won' t let me call back | |
| So where in mind can i find myself a misty storm invisible to god | |
| I' m falling off like tj swan | |
| Hook x2 |
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