June - No Malice, Eric David

But I know I’m going to change that tune

When I’m back on top

Back on top in June

That’s life

That’s life

That’s what all the people say

You’re riding high in April

And shot down in May

That’s life

And as ugly as it may seem

Some people get their kicks

Stomping on your dreams

Just the other day I’m riding on my high horse

Custom leather seats in the Porsche to die for

The jewels alone made him sick, I am an eyesore

They couldn’t see me like Stevie, Mon Cherie Amor

With three or four baddest of my women friends

One in the front, two in the back of the latest Benz

Rims spinning, tires Pirelli

Happy days, I’m Fonzerelli

What you gonna tell me, am I not the realest?

$ 1000 bottles, just so I can spill it

In the VIP, standing on the couches

Talkin' cash shhh cause my money’s where my mouth is

Ain’t nothing like having that rug pulled from under you

Kick you when you’re down, no one gives a number two

Down but not out, so you should never snooze

Cause the dude who’s at rock bottom ain’t got nothing to lose

If you know who you are, you ain’t got nothing to prove

Cause to me, red bottoms ain’t nothing but shoes

Win, lose or draw, I’m working on these flaws

I just wish chicks would stop throwing me their draws

Judas kisses, lying to the missus

Racing to hit the street, looking for my mistress

Now look at me, looking for forgiveness

And trying to put my thing where I ain’t got no business

What goes around comes around

What goes up must go down

I said, What goes around comes around

What goes up must go down

I said, What goes around comes around

What goes up must go down

I said, What goes around comes around

What goes up must go down