Letras:
Bread Just Like Yesterday

And I don't embrace it Like I should But I wouldn't wanna go Backwards even if I could [Chorus:] But I still Like Bologna On white bread Now and then

like a song She cries "Where have all Papa?s heroes gone?" CHORUS (She) All the way from Washington Her bread-winner begs off the bathroom floor We live for just

Why the fuck I own the world when I can?t share it with him? Bust his ass, so I just want to break bread with him. Crying in my mansion as I?m holdin

I miss him. Why the fuck I own the world when I can't share it with him? Bust his ass his whole life, just wanna break bread wit' him. Cryin in my mansion

dope mama, I'm making it rappin' So when you go to sleep at night, you know I'm safe 'Cause in Houston everyday somebody catching a case Like yesterday

car from yesterday I kinda like that music thing You just download 'em And you can save about every song That's ever been made But I still like bologna

she was so sweet Nails stay manicured, pretty little feet Shoes so sexy, body so hot Hair lookin' like she just came from the shop Legs so smooth, clothes so tight Style so sexy, makeup just

Feelin' that way is how the hood'll make ya The hood is vacant, the streets are empty, yeah Mr. Bush, rebuild the city, but Yeah, over like yesterday

like a song She cries, "Where have all Papa's heroes gone?" All night Young American, young American She wants the young American All night All the way from Washington Her bread