Don't Come Down Lyrics

Obie Trice


publisher: ©Universal Music Publishing Group
writers: Emile Haynie, Luis Edgardo Resto, Marshall B. Iii Mathers, Obie Trice, William B. Jr. Rinehart
album: Track 5 in album Cheers
release date: 2003-9-23
popularity : 6 users have visited this page.
genres: Hip Hop
styles: Gangsta
length: 5:12
producer: Emile Haynie and Eminem
vocal: Obie Trice
mixer: Steve King and Eminem
recorded by: Steve King and Mike Strange
writer: Obie Trice, Luis Resto, Emile Haynie, Eminem

Cover Art

Obie Trice Cheers cover art
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[Chorus]
Don't come down, things will always work out
Don't come down, things will always work out
Don't come down, things will always work out
So when you find yourself in tears.

As a child I was foul
Ma, I couldn't understand them things that came out your mouth
(Daddy's ain't ****!)
You would fuss, cuss till your blood pressure was up
Then give up and slouch on the couch and drink ya liquor
(**** you boy!)
A hard headed ***** I was, quick temper
Short attention span, not attending class (no)
What a dummy, I would run over you hunny
You confront me and say "Obie you no longer have a mommy"
Don't use my phone, don't even eat my food
Matter of fact we don't speak and it was just me and you
In the house with the mouse and them traps and that gat
Waiting on the day for you to pull that trigger back

[Chorus]

"You tryin to kill me boy! that's what you want to do? kill me?!"
Ma you're not feelin me, the beepers not that drastic
"Blasted bastard, you're lying, lying!"
"You tuck plastic freezer bags with dope inside em!"
She knew (damn) but she hated that it was true
"I done raised 2 boys, I can do away with you"
The locks changed and the nights got colder.
I'm slangin boulders lookin like lookin like a boat of toga
But **** it I'm the O'Ster, I'm down for mines Ma
She ride by my corner like "I'm not gon cry"
"I will not rid the pain of watchin my youngest man"
"From, on the corner slanging cain to callin the cops"

[Chorus]

Even though I left the house wrong
Seventeen years old on my own, using these streets as my home
There's no need to prolong this beef dear I love you
Miss Eleanor Trice, I place no one above you
You the reason when I hustle, I knew to stack
The reason when I opened up mics, I knew to rip
Your ethics you enstored in this hectic young brotha
Rubbed off after all, now look at your boy
When they ask about me now, you don't just put your head down
Straighten up Ma, you could smile now proud
Everything's kosher with the boisterous O'Ster
Let's get closer, so regrets never approach us

[Chorus: x2]


Track Listing


CD 1
  • 1 Average Man
  • 2 Cheers
  • 3 Got Some Teeth
  • 4 Lady
  • 5 Don't Come Down
  • 6 The Set Up
  • 7 Bad Bitch
  • 8 Shit Hits the Fan
  • 9 Follow My Life
  • 10 We All Die One Day
  • 11 Spread Yo Shit
  • 12 Look in My Eyes
  • 13 Hands on You
  • 14 Hoodrats
  • 15 Oh!
  • 16 Never Forget Ya
  • 17 Outro