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Fight the pain, inside the rain |
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A rebel know, to let the devil go |
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So now to get paid, about to be working like a slave |
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[Verse 1: Krizz Kaliko] |
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I'm kinda good, kinda bad, kinda get money can't be mad |
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I'm kinda broke but I'm kinda rich |
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Wishing I had a corner I could put a bitch in |
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They ain't gonna do nothing |
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Ain't like I'm suffering |
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Food for a baby's mouth |
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Then I bought a house for my baby mother and |
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What's wrong? I try, don't matter, still die |
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I'm strong, but I'm not |
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When I'm alone, I cry |
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Out for you, it's hard to do |
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I can't see you so doubt for you |
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When out my mouth I sprout the noose |
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Too much vodka and mountain dew |
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Explainin' what I be meanin' |
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If you listen fast you think I was a Heathen |
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But the last Sunday receivin' the preacher from the pastor |
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Ain't even believin' the bastard |
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But no Hades, god's baby |
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God made me, a little crazy |
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And I'm off, I'm gone |
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My life is my songs |
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What I mean when I sing, still on a wing and a prayer |
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But if I listen to what is written in the scriptures maybe it will get me there |
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Share with the people I swear it is an evil scam that might be in vain |
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But if I say I I'm the genius then like jesus everybody gonna know my name |
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(KALI) |
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[Chorus] |
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I've been working like a slave oh, lord |
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And I get tired along this lonesome journey |
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I done struggled on this road, I've been wrong |
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I know, I know that there's no peace in my shelter |
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There's going to be no peace in my shelter |
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[Verse 2: Kutt Callhoun] |
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[OHH LORD LORD LORD] |
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I need reparations due to devastation from the state of present situations |
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And it's not easy to walk a narrow path in my jeans |
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It's hard when your family wondering when your going to make another |
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Stop leaving, stop breathing for a minute cuz it's all artificial when the laws trying to get you |
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When them haters right behind em and you wanna shove a double barrel sawed off in your denim |
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What can I do to stop a big catastrophe |
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When niggas after me and bitches after me |
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Wanna have my baby, listen niggas lady |
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Trials and tribulations tackle me |
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My mama think I made it, she feeling me lately |
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Proud of her only son born |
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Kids think I'm the greatest |
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I cannot display this |
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Smile feelin like a funyon |
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(Salty and all) you'll be (locked in a stall) trying (lost in the cause) truly, no denying |
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Ain't nobody gonna do it for me |
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For the moment let it drive me insane |
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Solicitation of a prostitute |
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Cuz you a ho when you're playing this game |
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But it's okay, I am gonna to ride till I triumph |
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Cause everybody once upon a time was a slave |
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This is Callhoun |
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[Chorus] |
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I've been working like a slave oh, lord |
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And I get tired along this lonesome journey |
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I done struggled on this road, I've been wrong, I know |
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I know there's no peace in my shelter |
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[Verse 3: Tech N9ne] |
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I work, I play, and I drink booze every day |
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Drinking em up for the blues |
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Ima say used in a way |
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Fools run astray |
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Allah, God, Jesus, Jah somebody please help me |
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Mama got a problem with diabetes it don't seem healthy |
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Everything depends on ninna fame hittin dantez sr |
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Got a nigga thinkin some of the fans I'm makin would they wanna do me like Selina |
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Devil laughin like a hijena |
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Losin all the good in my demeanor |
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I don't wanna go psycho |
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But choke the flow you know I got ta go and charlie sheen yaa |
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Tryina stay good with the old lady |
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My mom made it go crazy no time for my poor babies |
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So don't let a motherfucker play me |
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When I say FU pay me |
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Even though I'm gettin' money you could still see I'm hungry like I'm in Haiti |
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What am I to do? What am I to you? |
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But alot of coo, but im not immune |
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Can't you see? I'm stressed not free |
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From yall. I'm sick. My body's hot |
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If in this (pressure) don't let up this will probably stop for |
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Technina.. |
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[Chorus] |
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I've been working like a slave for long |
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And I get tired along this lonesome journey |
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I done struggled on this road, I've been wrong |
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(I been wrong) |
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I know, I know that there's no peace in my shelter |
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There's no peace. |
