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Yeah Yeah Fighting the day Finding a way to get by Feeling the pain Stuck in the rain Hoping that it will subside Changes I'm making Chances I
a chokehold Ridin' low low cause the cops loco ain't tryna see a nigga on top no mo Drive by so slow the radar couldn't even catch a photo One hit your deaf
long kiss V2 So what d’ya say we rouse the reindeer And soar across the twinkling sky? To a place I adore, even more With a tree, decorations
I've been here before, feeling like you're needing more. Take a leap and hit the floor, feel it in your core What I'm meant for? Who knows Traffic by
a monster I would likely be eaten by it) (Because in truth I am that monster) Shit life been hard lately Trying to find a place in life What's going on with
Took a long time to think things over Then a while more to see it thru Though I still can't say why it's over I'm livin' my life here without you
loss will be deducted from the cops salary, you call that justice Fuck it You can lie to the public But next time better bring more than some rubber
mimosas Laughing about how we influenced the culture True soldier Ready to die about mine I lost seven can't waste no more time Now give me mine Visions
They say a generation is every 20 years, And this next one's facing more shit problems than I fear We're still being shot at by cops and beat
Say the price he gone I ain't tryna leave no doubt Draco loaded and they tryna take off your mouth More time (from da jay)
us and why that connection’s lost time stands still on a house built by cheap thrills and you don’t know how to say it’s over there’s far more to lose
on the tv all ends equally Condition make me believe Man can get by completely legally To achieve a dream ya need to see da greed Pour me more that sweet
bottles Ooh no no no no By five o'clock am all alone in the streets This drinking got me tripping God please Don't forsake me in these streets God please I
an itch to scratch but all my nails are gone Pressure pressurizing Master of the lies you’ve been fed by your own thinking I don’t see a reason I’m still
no more. How did life end up this way, masked by a face that I feel ok. Now I can peel back the truth, that i'm leaving with you, to a world they can
Crisis, built on my lips Shaking hands on a killing streak Aching, nearly breaking I await you upon my knees Severed, by the effort, I am more than
want my nickle back Be floatin' in the pocket like a quarterback Whole lotta ass, she need more than that Pounds by the grams, but.. this is not an app
I've been thinking about my old flames and how they made the freak that I am today And I think about you all the time, Still have you're legs wrapped
at all Four hours till the sun comes up Maybe just one more don't let that glass run dry Hey hold me straight I've had too much to drink Will you stay by
there on the horizon We run toward it faster Now it's too late to S.O.S. oh no Deep underwater Darkness beyond her Gasping for air Yea it's more than I
Standing on the street people rushing by Shadows in their eyes and all I can do is think about you City turns to night light burns the sky Echoes in
I'm from the Hi Lo country of New Mexico Rode horses by the time I was three Learned to stop 'em with just a whoa In younger days rode the rodeo
by the way that he treats you No one my equal I fly like a Eagle he more like a seagull Pardon my ego You want my all I might give you a preview Used
don't fuck with who? But I'd fuck his sister too Drive by smoking Passing the blunt, yea we puffing Easy-Bake Oven rolling that dough Dropping bodies like
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