My America
Oswin Benjamin, The LOX
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Malt liquor and syringes on the pavement Oh goddamn, I'm down on my luck You see my clothes don't fit like they used to My mama don't call like she used to I'm a shadow of the person that I used to be, yeah Oh Lord, I'm tired (crazy, yeah) These streets got me wired, it's crazy (oh, yeah) Yeah, uh I said I woke up in a state of confusion In the search for absolution Palm grippin' the Absolute, it's sad but true Missed call from my kinfolk Said my auntie ain't make it Malt liquor and syringes on the pavement Oh goddamn, I'm down on my luck (down on my luck) Can you send one up for me? See my clothes don't fit like they used to My mama don't call like she used to I'm a shadow of the person that I used to be See, oh Lord, I'm tired (yeah) These streets got me wired (exhausted nigga) Yeah Them cold bodies fit up under them rugs It's a circus out this bitch, amazin' how we jugglin' drugs Frontin' for hoes, the cards work good in them clubs Shots go off, time to leave, nigga, let's breeze Young bitch shot in the head think it came from the trees In that direction, she layin' there with my complexion To the death I'ma give my son protection I'm tired though, he teachin' me some shit that I ain't know Shit get wrinkled, I show him exactly where the iron go And they only stick around when you buzzin' That's the problem with The LOX I remember one time when we wasn't (D-Block) I'm hip hop like the Juice crew But my mama don't call like she used to Bunch of phony niggas, hard to see who's who Just parties you ain't around when the bills due All for the Gram, hope social media kills you nigga I said I woke up in a state of confusion In the search for absolution Palm grippin' the Absolute, it's sad but true Missed call from my kinfolk Said my auntie ain't make it Malt liquor and syringes on the pavement Oh goddamn, I'm down on my luck (down on my luck) Can you send one up for me? See my clothes don't fit like they used to My mama don't call like she used to I'm a shadow of the person that I used to be See, oh Lord, I'm tired (yeah) These streets got me wired Let's go Oh Lord, why I lose so much when I'm a winner? Demons done got my soul, made me a sinner Clothes don't fit no more, I'm gettin' thinner It could be the middle of summer, I'm feelin' winter My heart gettin' colder than the freezer is See my baby girl gone, but I need her kid Why you think I take a shot and get weed again? Only thing we got is God, gotta believe in him Couple homies locked up, don't know what freedom is If the Lord come now, I gotta leave with him Oh God, I'm tired, so lift the trauma up Hold my son and my wife and call my mama up I get high to not cry and frown a lot I done cried enough tears to drown the block All I know is keep faith in the man above I feel pain so I spread the joy spread the love (yeah) I said I woke up in a state of confusion In the search for absolution Palm grippin' the Absolute, it's sad but true Missed call from my kinfolk Said my auntie ain't make it Malt liquor and syringes on the pavement Oh goddamn, I'm down on my luck (down on my luck) Can you send one up for me? See my clothes don't fit like they used to (nah) My mama don't call like she used to (oh, nah) I'm a shadow of the person that I used to be, yeah See, oh Lord, I'm tired, yeah (I'm tired Lord) These streets got me wired (real talk) Uh, yeah, yo I'm tired of hearin' about what I didn't do Yes, I am goin' home, 'cause I got shit to do Things ain't been all good, nah, but I'm gettin' through I'm givin' you real talk, I ain't bullshittin' you Life is a bitch, you could tell her when you see her I just want Josh and Jamere to meet Nia Lord knows, I just want the air to be clear When I think about it that's the only time I shed a tear Mama Love voice through the phone, I hear joy Come and get a plate and say a prayer for the boy Know that I don't eat meat and I don't care for the soy Long as she ain't in pain then I can't get annoyed We all need to repent Really I'm just fatigued from the cement My defense is always on prevent There's a reason a lot of people ain't used to me 'Cause I'm a shadow of the person that I used to be, wassup? (Yeah) I said I woke up in a state of confusion In the search for absolution Palm grippin' the Absolute, it's sad but true Missed call from my kinfolk Said my auntie ain't make it Malt liquor and syringes on the pavement Oh goddamn, I'm down on my luck (down on my luck) Can you send one up for me? See my clothes don't fit like they used to My mama don't call like she used to I'm a shadow of the person that I used to be See, oh Lord, I'm tired (yeah) These streets got me wired I said I woke up in a state of confusion In the search for absolution Palm grippin' the Absolute, it's sad but true Missed call from my kinfolk Said my auntie ain't make it Malt liquor and syringes on the pavement Oh goddamn, I'm down on my luck Could you send one up for me? See my clothes don't fit like And my mama don't call I'm a shadow of the person that I used to be Lord, I'm tired Lord I'm tired
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Written by: David Styles, James Fowler, Jason Phillips, Joey Rabadi, Oswin Benjamin, Sean Jacobs
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