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Hold up let me hit my |
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Hypnotic Record. |
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Aight you rollin'? |
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I'd just like to take a minute to apologize to my listeners. |
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I just wanna say |
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I'm sorry for not havin' any songs about happyness or bein' in peace & shit like that. |
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See I can only display my personal feelings & experiences. |
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And so far |
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I ain't felt what happyness feels like |
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Or experienced to anything but hard times & heartache |
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So I apologize for not makin' you dance. |
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I apologize for not havin' any sarcastical songs |
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You know that good feelin' with 'em that put a smile on your face |
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I ain't had nothin' to offer accept for frowns |
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So for that |
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I'm sorry, |
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I promise if |
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I can sing |
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Another Song, |
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I would. [[Verse 1: Z-Ro] |
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I wish I could tell you my life is good but it's not |
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I wish Missouri |
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City winters were cold, but they're hot |
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So many situations to deal with, |
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I can't concentrate |
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A hundred homies & everyone is fake. |
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How can I make it out the ghetto? |
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It won't let me go |
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Seems like everytime |
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I do a good deed, good deeds never return to ' |
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Ro I gave up my last so somebody could have a start |
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Then somebody got me locked behind bars |
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What a way to show your love back, homey you a friend for life |
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For your crime |
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I'm doin' time in the |
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Penn tonight |
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It's bad enough |
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I lost a family my luck ain't live |
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Mama died when |
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I was 6 & |
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Daddy ain't have enough time |
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To kick it with me like |
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I wanted him to kick it with me |
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Now that I'm incarcerated you wanna come visit with me |
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But I ain't holdin' no grudges |
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Daddy I love you that's my word |
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Even though you had me sleepin' on a curb, |
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I wish I had |
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Another Song. [Chorus: Z-Ro] |
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These are the days. |
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These are the days. |
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We cherish them because soon they'll be gone away. |
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Soon they'll be gone away. |
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On to another place |
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Pretty soon |
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I'll be gone 20 summod years of calling |
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God on this mobile phone |
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If it wasn't for my life style |
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I'd sing Another |
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Song. [Verse 2: Z-Ro] |
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I wish that |
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I was ridin' around in a |
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Bentley But maybe |
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Z-Ro livin' lavish just ain't meant to be ' |
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Cause I'm the type of fella that'll give a bum a hundred dollars |
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I'd rather help out my people instead of poppin' my collar |
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I wish I could get a million copies sold |
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If I'm broke |
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I'd rather die |
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I don't want no more poverty ' |
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Ro & oh Sometimes |
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I wish I was somebody else ' |
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Cause I can't even pay bills even though my |
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CD's won't stay on the shelf |
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Strugglin' & |
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I'm strivin' & just barely survivin' |
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Bobbin' & weavin' my last breath time after time |
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And it seems that |
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I won't ever get no rest |
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I'm exhausted |
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Tryin' to make it compare the price & pain is what the cost is |
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Maybe if I was evil |
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I'd be rollin' in bread |
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Until somebody with a pistol come & opened my head |
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But my mission is keepin' ambition |
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I'm tryin' so hard even though my soul is scarred |
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Oh Lord, I wish |
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I had Another |
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Song. [Chorus: Z-Ro] |
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These are the days. |
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These are the days. |
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We cherish them because soon they'll be gone away. |
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Soon they'll be gone away. |
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On to another place |
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Pretty soon |
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I'll be gone 20 summod years of calling |
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God on this mobile phone |
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If it wasn't for my life style |
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I'd sing Another |
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Song. [Verse 3: Z-Ro] |
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I wish that |
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I could sing |
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Another Song |
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But my rhythm is too much pain |
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Sunshine is the level that |
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I think I'm own so tell me why it's so much rain |
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Day to day it's a struggle in my lifetime |
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To keep from creepin' |
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I be stayin' in the |
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G No crimes committed so tell me why |
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I'm doin' time |
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And won't nobody come & sit with me for free |
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Sometimes at night |
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I smoke a cig & sit back |
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And wonder why the whole world hate me |
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So much ambition |
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I just gotta pull my wig back |
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Wishin' murder would come on & take me |
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I wish that |
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I could sing |
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Another Song |
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I'm tired of sleepin' in rivers of tears all night long |
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No point in wonderin' why my people use to do me wrong |
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Stuck in this reality until my life is over & gone. [Chorus: Z-Ro] |
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These are the days. |
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These are the days. |
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We cherish them because soon they'll be gone away. |
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Soon they'll be gone away. |
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On to another place |
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Pretty soon |
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I'll be gone 20 summod years of calling |
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God on this mobile phone |
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If it wasn't for my life style |
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I'd sing Another |
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Song. (Calling God on this mobile phone) |
