Damn, it's tomorrow Got everything I but I feel hollow Everybody me buying bottles I don't think that I could another swallow I be frontin but I I've got a problem Until I look on myself I've been soft but never Knowing I could do better, an asshole's easier Ridin like I got some kind of control media But as long as I control my inner doors I'm Saw my mom, she ain't her son's face get back on track and that's that Entitled to your own opinion but not your own Gotta celebrate life, not words, just Of money you can't take with you and it all go Private line like my tapped The life that I'm got me thinkin like that
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Slow brother, fuck you in a rush for? Do you really wanna know what's on the other of the door? like that Thinkin that Slowly roll, you do it big or much small Do you really wanna know what's on the other side of the
Damn, it's tomorrow And she about to a baby, precious cargo 13 but she having problems 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 tell her sex No love at home, had to find it when she Looking for a figure she givin up the goods Pretty young with a self-esteem Been gone down the drain and by her dreams turned around 1-80 degrees Knocked up, she should be out there getting Boy it's that she dropped out of highschool to carry Fell apart, she won't even know who the baby safe to say that she a Maury Povich No playin now, mom she with poetry
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