True Value by The Real JBrown Lyrics
[Hook]
(The Real JBrown)
Yo Whats the value of a dollar
When its rolled up and left on the counter
And Whats the value of a dollar
When you got some money but you can't count it
And Whats the value of a partner
When you got somebody that you can't count on
And Whats the value of a dollar
When you got so many that you can't em
Tell me that, like..
I guess It's been a while
Since Ive visited my inner child
Too concerned to disturb these inner city kids
From gettin wild, that Im swervin my own
Feeling vile, like a pile of shit
Just to plot and sit -up in the studio
And I Keep on pretending
That I'll only hit a couple instrumentals
For a little bit, but who is really tho -That I'm Kiddin?! Im an idiot!
Conflicted by the moment and the big picture
And It's been a while
[Bridge]
(Aaron Lewis)
Its Been a While
Since I could say
That I wasn't addicted
And.. its been a while
Since Ive said Im sorry
..for all the shit I did back then
[Hook]
(The Real JBrown)
Yo Whats the value of a dollar
When its rolled up and left on the counter
And Whats the value of a dollar
When you got some money but you can't count it
And Whats the value of a partner
When you got somebody that you can't count on
And Whats the value of a dollar
When you got so many that you can't em
Tell me that, like..
Im not that simple, you'll see
You know, to me, its kinda simple to see
How its not so simply presentable
For you to even imagine me
Its kinda sad too, that you're so pessimistic
Prolly just part of the masses
With foggy glasses
Its Tragic! even harder to fatham
A reality never possessing this passion
In Fact, the fact
That Im so sentimental
But Im never ever repetitive
Even tho it seems I sit
Like a broke watch in a pawn shop
Im on top
Of whatever shit thats presented to me
Im demented, yet so simply invisible
Wickedly weaved
Into these infinite ammo instrumentals
Like hypothetical wicked wizardry
If you were to visit me in these intense
And emotional minutes
Within the demensions of this portal
That I step into
You would witness the existance
Of a metaphysical in this hip hop tennis
Sex dRugs and rock n roll have possessed my
Mind body and soul unless I
Confess so.. I confess Im Sorry
For everything I can't remember..
You know Im not.. as Fucked up as I always Seem
.. To be.. No, Im Just Me!
(The Real JBrown)
Yo Whats the value of a dollar
When its rolled up and left on the counter
And Whats the value of a dollar
When you got some money but you can't count it
And Whats the value of a partner
When you got somebody that you can't count on
And Whats the value of a dollar
When you got so many that you can't em
Tell me that, like..
I guess It's been a while
Since Ive visited my inner child
Too concerned to disturb these inner city kids
From gettin wild, that Im swervin my own
Feeling vile, like a pile of shit
Just to plot and sit -up in the studio
And I Keep on pretending
That I'll only hit a couple instrumentals
For a little bit, but who is really tho -That I'm Kiddin?! Im an idiot!
Conflicted by the moment and the big picture
And It's been a while
[Bridge]
(Aaron Lewis)
Its Been a While
Since I could say
That I wasn't addicted
And.. its been a while
Since Ive said Im sorry
..for all the shit I did back then
[Hook]
(The Real JBrown)
Yo Whats the value of a dollar
When its rolled up and left on the counter
And Whats the value of a dollar
When you got some money but you can't count it
And Whats the value of a partner
When you got somebody that you can't count on
And Whats the value of a dollar
When you got so many that you can't em
Tell me that, like..
Im not that simple, you'll see
You know, to me, its kinda simple to see
How its not so simply presentable
For you to even imagine me
Its kinda sad too, that you're so pessimistic
Prolly just part of the masses
With foggy glasses
Its Tragic! even harder to fatham
A reality never possessing this passion
In Fact, the fact
That Im so sentimental
But Im never ever repetitive
Even tho it seems I sit
Like a broke watch in a pawn shop
Im on top
Of whatever shit thats presented to me
Im demented, yet so simply invisible
Wickedly weaved
Into these infinite ammo instrumentals
Like hypothetical wicked wizardry
If you were to visit me in these intense
And emotional minutes
Within the demensions of this portal
That I step into
You would witness the existance
Of a metaphysical in this hip hop tennis
Sex dRugs and rock n roll have possessed my
Mind body and soul unless I
Confess so.. I confess Im Sorry
For everything I can't remember..
You know Im not.. as Fucked up as I always Seem
.. To be.. No, Im Just Me!