Lyrics:
aren't even due
I know you think you fucked up, and it may be true
But I still love you, and all that you do
You were there for me since literally day one
Married men act totally different
When they by themselves, don't they?
You see them with their wife
"What's up Tony?"
"Hey man, how's everything
But let's be honest, we're all dirty-minded anyway
I'm fucked in the head like a beaten up heavyweight
But look, obviously she's crazy in love
Head over
up myself, so I ain't owe 'em that
So fuck what a enemy think
I'm goin' hard, I'mma monster, we drink
Shout out to Louie V
Shout out to Lil' Snupe
He
had to do,
I can argue with myself, man, I ain't no fool.
A straight eight engine grunting, smooth and tasteful, across the night.
Looking sharp,
packed up and cremated by this Friday
You incapable of standin' your ground, you ain't solid
Like a toilet stool, my diamonds on flush, I'm shit poppin'
at last
My head fucked up my own mask
Gimmie a week and I might just drown
Just like that flora stuck in a vase
Ain't gotta think when I write these bars
goes by
Thinking of you is making me cry
I know I fucked up but just hear me out
I never intended to be a bad guy
Im sorry for everything
These drugs got
Trying not show you've got me fucked up
All night and all day
Nothing can distract me from your face
Took the pictures off the wall, I couldn’t even look
I walked into a room full of silence
I've been by myself in the shadows where I'm vibin'
Demons come at night; I shine my light, I ain't hidin'
never change, they get old
You got fucked around, Bitch, I already know
I got left alone, yeah I been alone by myself, yeah I know
I been alone by myself
everything I owned and away I went
It took me a few months to save up the money I needed
In the meantime she was calling me every night to fall asleep, it
I can't control this feelings
The darkness is calling me
It's friday, seven O'clock in the morning
Just getting up, ready to go work
One more day
Nothing beats beer on a Friday night, only thing that does is you
Sipping on the clear in the back of the flight while I ask myself the truth
Is it
In the back of my car
Laser dynamite
Cause Imma blow this fucking world up on a Friday night
Yea yea wow wow uh
Yea yea in a chevy two door
A draco
hard tryna make it out the trenches
Remember days when I was lonely I was sitting on them benches,
By myself, with no help
I don't need nobody else
Girl
bout mine
Can't even lie not a day goes by
I try help that girl she still takes her life
Can't even pree myself in the eye
Who the fuck can I blame for
upbringings that shit be fucked up (fucked up)
GTL cars, I'm telling Teevo what this shit like (what this shit like)
Told him that I'm livin' life but he
So I just tak half, and bust 'em out,
I give the rest to Master Gee so he can shock the house
It was twelve o'clock one Friday night
I was rockin'
it's not so bad
It's not so bad
Dear Slim, you still ain't called or wrote, I hope you have a chance
I ain't mad, I just think it's fucked up you
it's not so bad
It's not so bad
Dear Slim, you still ain't called or wrote, I hope you have a chance
I ain't mad, I just think it's fucked up you
to exaggeration
But the truth lies in my frustration
The children of the night, they all pass me by
Have to drench myself in brandy
In sleep I'll hide
But
business, this is personal, bitch
You don't know Xzibit from shit, new school, class dismissed
I had a very fucked up day, I'm needin' this fifth
Shuttin'
put the devil inside to sleep if it takes all night
So let's get fucked up, and let's pretend we're all okay
And if you've got something that you
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