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[Verse 1] |
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I ain't trippin' that you left, maybe it'll work out for the best |
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They already give it to me just because the rap thing |
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Maybe they just acting, but I ain't really trippin' |
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Baby get some more where that came |
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Take her to the room and she don't even know my name |
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But I don't even know her name, so then what does that make me? |
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So ignorant when they in the club pourin' liquor |
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Actin' like a nigga mama didn't raise me |
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I ain't got nobody with me from the past |
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So I get into the car and get lost in the bar scene |
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Feel like Imma pass out, I always seem to black out |
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And always I'm forgetting where I'm parking |
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Bathe in the Henny, I'm a maniac |
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You take me to ya term and I can tell you just they react |
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Throw me in the eyes, shake my hand until you take me back |
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Back into the dark cause I'm a bum and I'mma make a rap |
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Drunk when I enter, always I be faded |
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People tell me I could be the greatest if I didn't do it |
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Fiendin' for the fluid |
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Put the bottle down onto the ground and try to focus on my music |
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Maybe they gon look at me and see me as a person |
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Instead of a precedent, coulda been worse |
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Put one up in my shirt, now homie away in a hearse |
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Never to be seen again as they bury me in the dirt |
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I'm always actin' like everything is okay |
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But really deep inside, my brain so scrambled |
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I am only human, I'm feelin' what I am feelin' |
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And I don't even really know how much more I can handle |
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Back at the bar when I take another shot |
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Because I really ain't got nobody - in my life but my kids |
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Fuck a wife while I'm starin' down the barrel of a shotty |
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I'm slippin' |
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[Hook] |
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Slippin' cause it's easier than dippin' |
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When I'm flippin' |
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I can barely concentrate on flippin' cause I'm slippin' |
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Cold straight pimpin' my mind out |
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And It ain't fair, but it's ending oh |
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I'm like some ice frozen rubber bendin' |
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And I resign so I quit pretendin' |
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Cause at the bottom you should be ascending |
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Who's got some hope? |
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Are they down for lending? |
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Some hope? Down for lending? |
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Slippin'... |
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Some, some hope? Down for lending? |
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Slippin'... |
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[Verse 2: Charles Xavier] |
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I'm feelin' like I'm slippin' all day, drink fool |
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And you know for sure that sippin' on blades, he cool |
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So don't worry bout a nigga and his pain, he could |
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Vouch whenever they mention on my name, people |
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Try to get into my club but while I'm posted |
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Wonder when I'm done. Will try to see who I associate with |
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Like they gun up in they fit |
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Better try to pin 'em, might a nigga try to blow me |
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Fake bitch |
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You can absorb that, shoot it like I had my gun |
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On a war pacts you can have ya whore back |
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I don't really care about her nigga, I already had my fun |
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And I'm on to the next |
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And I make another drink and I pop another pill |
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And I'm thinking to the shrink cause I never see it clear |
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But a nigga bout to when they track another rear |
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And this is all day |
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Homie I don't play, woulda fit that, hit a cosign |
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No way that I'm gon stop losin' my mind |
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Insane and I'm gon drop into my prime |
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Bitch, mark my words, I be super humble but you niggas finna fumble in a darkside hearse |
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Drop a couple bottles but I (?) to a shuttle thinkin' you the shit, it must have been a fart I heard |
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And I really wish that I could operate sober without havin' to take the vodka to the face |
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And I really wish that I could be a great but I'm lookin' for the shots and I drop 'em into place |
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Then I run through another fuckin' fifth case I ain't really got nobody |
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With the bottom of a bottle and my foot up on a throttle when a nigga try to leave this party |
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I'm slippin'... |