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D-why

Genres: Hip-Hop

Peace, Love, Money. Lyrics - D-why

West Virginia hills, New York City streets 

And these Brooklyn days, Cincinnati nights, early flights 

California rays, feeling like I'm moving fast, really I'm running in place 

Momma says I'm one in a million and there's a million ways to get it 

My mind is on a mission, I've always had an image but I've never had a gimmick 

So don't try and mimic, it's a gift that I was given, made to be different 

Sometimes I feel like the chosen one, I should have been born on Christmas 

I'm looking like a million but I'm feeling like a penny 

Still pour like some Henny, till I'm lofting like I'm Kenny 

I'm eating plenty but honey, it's at Wendy's or Denny's 

My stomach still empty, I'm so hungry, you want me, come get me 

I'm spending nights with new girls, new girls who rock fake Chanel 

Where is Zoey Deschanel, where the fuck is Dave Chappelle 

Once you get a leg in, they try to tear your ACL 

I'm just trying to live and keep it real 

 

I'm just little old me, I don't need much 

Some green in my pocket and some coffee in my cup 

I need some place to chill, I need some time to think 

I'm trying to break bread with my friends and family 

 

I need peace, love, money 

Peace, love, money 

I need peace, love, money 

Peace, love, money 

Man, that's all I need, need 

That's all I need, need 

I need peace, love, money 

Peace, love, money 

I need peace, love, money 

Peace, love, money 

Man, that's all I need, need 

That's all I need, need 

 

Mama raised a gentleman, pops raised a general 

Now we killing 'em, ghost riding hearses at the funeral 

Billy smoking as usual, what he smoking unusual 

Bank account is ugly but the struggle so beautiful 

Dollar bills for dollar meals, man, we gotta eat 

From the streets, graffiti screaming fuck police 

Shitty cribs, pissed off neighbors, fuck the lease 

Went to school, studied hard and I got degrees 

Slaved off, no days off, still got laid off 

And a couple friends, they burned me, like Madoff 

The shit y all try to label me y all is way off 

Please hop up off my dick and stay off 

It ain't nothing, I'm running, gunning for something new 

You can't just sit around, expect your dreams to come true 

Work hard, play hard, that's exactly what I'm gonna do 

Someone get the coffee on brew 

 

I'm just little old me, I don't need much 

Some green in my pocket and some coffee in my cup 

I need some place to chill, I need some time to think 

I'm trying to break bread with my friends and family 

 

I need peace, love, money 

Peace, love, money 

I need peace, love, money 

Peace, love, money 

Man, that's all I need, need 

That's all I need, need 

I need peace, love, money 

Peace, love, money 

I need peace, love, money 

Peace, love, money 

Man, that's all I need, need 

That's all I need, need 

 

It's all good but it could be better 

We gonna get this money up together 

We'll make it rain and change the weather 

And live like this every day forever 

 

I'm just little old me, I don't need much 

Some green in my pocket and some coffee in my cup 

I need some place to chill, I need some time to think 

I'm trying to break bread with my friends and family 

 

I need peace, love, money 

Peace, love, money 

I need peace, love, money 

Peace, love, money 

Man, that's all I need, need 

That's all I need, need 

I need peace, love, money 

Peace, love, money 

I need peace, love, money 

Peace, love, money 

Man, that's all I need, need 

That's all I need, need 

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