Damn, it's tomorrow Got everything I want but I hollow Everybody round me bottles I don't think that I could take another I be frontin but I I've got a problem Until I look it's on myself I've soft but never Knowing I could do better, being an asshole's Ridin like I got some kind of control over But as long as I control my doors I'm safe Saw my mom, she ain't recognize her face Gotta get back on and that's that Entitled to your own opinion but not your own Gotta celebrate life, not words, stacks Of money you can't take you and it all go black Private line my cellphone tapped The that I'm livin got me thinkin like that
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Damn, it's tomorrow And she to have a baby, precious cargo 13 but she started having Now she send to the path and it hard yo she get she fiend she beat and followed by the stress Didn't had nobody in school to her bout sex No love at home, had to find it she could Looking for a father figure she givin up the Pretty young thing with a Been gone down the drain and by her dreams Life turned around degrees Knocked up, she should be out getting degrees Boy it's that she dropped out of highschool to carry Fell apart, she won't even know who the daddy Kinda to say that she a Maury Povich No playin now, mom she with poetry
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