I’m Your Life

I got a way in finding all the wrong place to go
Being everywhere I ain?t supposed to be at the right time
That?s I do so bad at life, if you need a friend to show you already know
If you got a lot of time to blow, I got the rest of the night
I suck at doing anything right I?m right ever
whatever you don?t wanna have to depend on someone to lean on
And whatever whatever you don?t want promise to give more
I?m right in time and I?m not your friend
I?m your life

Take a champagne glass to the rest of me
I know I make you so happy,..
But I?m the only life you got, ask the Lord
that he saved my soul some day
If God will come around my way, imagine if I pray,
I really don?t wanna be this way,
but I?m not ever whatever
you don?t wanna have to depend on someone to lean on
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And whatever whatever you don?t want promise to give more
I?m right in time and I?m not your friend
I?m your life

Is that what? you can?t do a body
You gotta live with it you can?t live without it
I?m trying to change I?m so sorry?
I?m not your friend, I?m your life
I?m not ever whatever you don?t wanna have to depend
on someone to lean on
And whatever whatever you don?t want promise to give more
I?m right in time and I?m not your friend
I?m your life, yeah
I?m your life, yeah
I?m your life, oh oh, whatever whatever you don?t want,
I can?t be your friend my friend
Whatever, whatever, I?m not your friend, I?m just your life,
I?m your life.

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