Lyrics:
but me
Deuces you should just stop writing songs
And just go out and party
Man fuck all that shit I got people depending
On me and the rest are just
Watch this
These are my confessions
Just when I thought I said all I could say
I came up with more secrets to tell you today
These are my
Struggling just to find my peace
Sometimes feel like I got no friends
Can't trust a soul like I'm Snowden
Right by the bed, keep it loaded
Lord have
veins, woah
But look at your bankroll
So, just spend it on more dope
More woes, fuck you care fo'
But lately I feel guilty, I feel so badly
They say
in the mood, just go with the flow
And I can play rapping records and all disco
Like "Beat It," "Billie Jean," by Michael Jackson
Or the Treacherous
could be working even better
And I think you should look at me as an opportunity to find that out
I don't mean any disrespect by that
I'm just saying I
the plug, to sell me some drugs, to sell to my people to smoke on a nub
Sipping liquor by the jug
I'm trying to burrow it down, these feelings inside of me
believe me when we go to these phones, people are going to tell you to do just that, Chuck
Caller: (Yes, hello?) Yes, I think that White liberals like
and dope boy come second (second)
Fly nigga come third and I keep birds all in my words (in my words)
I keep birds all in my words (and them people tapping
that I frequent
All the people that I see
I started livin' decent
But what do it mean to be a G (alright)
Only time we fall behind, bitches in
And should never be allowed to happen again
It's time to wake up and do some good
To try to see each other the way we should
Because looking at the people
I
And day after day
I'd steal with my true love away
To some hideout we're left undisturbed
We could do what we wanted
But I started to feel like a liar
day, good day, good day, good day)
Yeah, uh, had a lot of bad ones this year, this, this year
But, but, but today's a good day (good day, good day,
'til it's ripped apart
Secret's out momma that fire I started it
Fuck the fireman logic of the closet by the wire shit
What's positive about a father
it just now started making sense
And I've been
[Chorus One]
Searching so long, I was lost in the clouds
I'm trying to stay strong, and make you
Still rectifying, straightening things out
I know what a good feelin' you're never in doubt
Sometimes I'm by myself- feelin' alone
I just look around
beg favors, you're kissing other people's (ass)
I write and produce myself just as fast
Keep my hair like this, got no time for Jheri curls
a fine artist
That’s a really difficult
Profession to get into, to be respected in
To make money at maybe the goal
For some of the people was
Just to work
pocket
What some people won't do, to break up a happy home
What some people won't do, to break up a happy home
Well, I got the picture
A temporary
So I bought me a ride down to Macon, Georgia
On a overloaded poultry truck
I thumbed on down to Panama City
Started pickin' out some o' them all
nothing but some shit for the wall
And I ain't hating on the people who got 'em, I got a lot of 'em
But I don't got the money they got, so I ain't proud
the world ain't right, ah baby
Lots of people uptight
I'll go crazy if something ever happened to my musical thrill
And darling your love is just like
to do?
People are saying, shame on me
I'm saying shame on you
I don't remember just how it all started
But oh, I know, I know, I know, I know
'm bound
I've been wandering through this land
Just doin' the best I can
Tryin' to find what I was meant to do
And the people that I see
Look as worried
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