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Uhh,Uhh, Where am I going? |
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Where am I? Yo, it's ill |
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Yo my wife's tired of fucking me |
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Life tries ducking me |
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Luckily I find 'em just at the right time |
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Mack in my right arm, Tequila bottle in |
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My left arm like Cristian |
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Watching my life go, keeping myself in |
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Wolves in the night yo, hells men |
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Two revolvers I can let twelve spin |
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Hop in my Benz, push it to the limit |
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Buck-sixty, who wit' me? My quest to well |
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Twisted blunts and inner conscience |
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Telling me that I aint shit |
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No matter how much cash I sit with |
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Still gotta ask the lord for forgiveness |
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My precious baby girl came like forty nights of rain |
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To replenish my adolescent brain |
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Blessed be her name, before her birth I was insane |
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So I drive the cooler pressure down, delay the pain |
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I ate from these poisonous, fucked up streets |
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Tasted larceny, it was sweet, I starved for more to eat |
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Though I took, that was to live, hope God will forgive |
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As odd as it is, the more I gain the harder it is |
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To maintain, bitches playin' games |
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Niggas snitchin', I aint saying names |
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But y'all niggas better watch how y'all slang |
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Lost so many close niggas, drunk almost crashed |
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I'm going too fast, highway patrol will just flash |
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Lights in my rearview, if they stop me I hope they lock me |
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Instead they speed ahead |
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Yo nigga watch me |
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I'm drunk by myself, gun under my seat |
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I don't want none of my peeps caught up in none of my beef |
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I'm a ride to the end of the road if I have to |
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Praying no car speeds by for me to crash to |
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Steering wheel in my hand |
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Trying to hold it steady |
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Anything in my way is dead |
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Cause that's the way I feel, I am already |
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When I'm drunk by myself alone in the zone |
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Drunk by myself |
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Heard niggas hate me, but I hated too once |
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Been in the shoes of a Wolf in the night when he hunts |
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For every shell niggas bust, we bust at ourselves |
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Can't tell them niggas nothing though, bullets wak'em up well |
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Take them to hell |
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Stick up niggas once ran up on me |
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My deckited lifestyle attracted sharks on me |
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I aint your mark homey |
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It's hard to look straight, my foot on the brake |
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Spilling my bottle not even shook of the Jakes |
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Could hardly look both ways, put out the hayes blurry vision |
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Think about the time in my life before I was in televison |
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Hella women, jealous niggas up in my vision |
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Since we all hood niggas expect kilos |
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For what they not seeing is police expect Rico |
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Only if I could take care of everybody, intoxicated |
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Windows up blastin A.C. going wherever instinct takes me |
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I hate it when I'm like this |
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The bottle's my accomplice |
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I'm drunk by myself, gun under my seat |
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I don't want none of my peeps caught up in none of my beef |
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I'm a ride to the end of the road if I have to |
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Praying no car speeds by for me to crash to |
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Steering wheel in my hand |
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Trying to hold it steady |
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Anything in my way is dead |
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Cause that's the way I feel, I am already |
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When I'm drunk by myself alone in the zone |
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Drunk by myself |
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The reason that I want to be alone |
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Tired of all the things that went wrong |
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That would have went right if I would have did it on my own |
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Take another swigg |
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The more I drink, the more I think bad thoughts |
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Fake friends who hung around who wanna bring you down |
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Not knowing who to trust, runors about niggas coming through |
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Supposedly to shoot at us, not knowing what was true |
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Or what to believe, that's why I'm on the low lately |
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Choosing a Henny bottle over a friend, lost again |
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To keep my mind off that weak shit |
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There's love through it all, things to live for |
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I swerve, almost crash into a wall |
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Think about the good, find myself laughing |
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Turn the cell off, no way to be reached |
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Know I'm near my crib, trying to see my way through the streets |
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Reminded of the positive, I take my drunk ass home |
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Start feeling out of it, can't wait to get out of this whip |
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Bring my ass to the crib |
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I'm tired... |
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I'm drunk by myself, gun under my seat |
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I don't want none of my peeps caught up in none of my beef |
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I'm a ride to the end of the road if I have to |
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Praying no car speeds by for me to crash to |
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Steering wheel in my hand |
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Trying to hold it steady |
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Anything in my way is dead |
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Cause that's the way I feel, I am already |
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When I'm drunk by myself alone in the zone |
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Drunk by myself |
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