Esham Sunshine Lyrics:
My life's in the sunshine, but the sun don't shine
too much on mine. But I feel funny ways on sunny
days, honey plays, money pays but must'll keep her
in a daze. Used to be my baby, but now you just a
bebe kid. And I'm thinkin 'bout the things i did,
just to make ya' happy. Scoop ya' scrappy, but
listen to the nappy pappy. It's all about money,
It's all about mo' money, and it's gettin' mo
funny In the sunny days. I think about my wicked
ways, juices got me crazed, so crime pays. Puttin'
in work doin' my dirt, and I'm the one that ends
up gettin' hurt. Just for a peice a' puss', a
piece of bush, and now the next man's gettin tha'
toosh. I Guess I know next time, but for now I'm
just losin' my mind, cause' I'm caught up in the
sunshine. CHORUS (Samples: My life My life, in the
sunshine) In the sunshine, I'm feelin' kinda'
mellow, watch the crackhead say hello. I'm just a
little ghetto boy ghetto child, runnin' wild with
the freestyle. I dropped outta school to clock
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papers. Now when the niggas see me, they clock
vapors. Watchin' them Dayton's hit the sunlight,
jealous niggas, so I hold my gun tight. Everybody
out to get me, see my mind's playin' tricks with
me, so don't bullshit me. I used to have some
homies, but see I dissed all my homies, so now I'm
kinda' lonely. But it's all about me, but it's too
hard for me to see, through my jealousy. A nigga
caught me slippin' at a red light, two shots to my
dome, now I'm dead right. Nigga bleedin' in the
broad daylight, through thick and thin homies
should stay tight. Thats all I was thinkin' bout',
with my brains blew out, In the sunshine. Chorus
In the sunshine, niggas feel good, smokin' herbs,
chillin' in the hood. Shoot a little dice, fuck a
little ho, and then some nigga try to rob the
liquor store. They shot him in the back on the way
out, like a sucka', what a way to go out. Tried to
steal some bread to feed his babies, they said
crack baby neighborhood crazies. Now i guess the
babies don't eat, bloody baby's head dad dead in
the street. And it ain't no rainbows where the
cocaine flows, the night trains goes Straight to
the graveyard, thats where ya' go when you try to
behave hard. I guess he'll know next time, but his
babies losin' they mind, in the sunshine. CHORUS
Lyrics: Sunshine, Esham [end]