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Done saying, I'm done Last was on the outro Stuck in the house, need to get out I've been stacking up like I'm Most people in my position get Come places with girls, end up on them front pages I'm quiet but I ride with it Moment I stop having fun with it, I'll be done it I'm the only one that's putting up And like a potluck, you to come with it Don't run it, like H-Town in the summer time, I keep it 100 Lot of girls in my there, word to Paul Wall, not one fronted I was birthed in my first year, man I know that place like I come from it Backstage at in '09 like "Is Bun coming? Fuck that, is any one 'fore I show up there and ain't no one there?" These days, I could probably pack it for twenty nights if I go in there Back rub from my main thing, been stressed out Talking to her like back then they didn't want me, I'm now Talking to her like drop, bet a million copies get pressed out She tell me, "Take a deep breath, you're too about being the best out"
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go tell Noel to get the Backwoods Money got my whole family going No dinners, no holidays, no There's issues at that we're not discussing Look, I did not sign up for My uncle used to have all these on his bucket list And now acting like, oh, well, this is life, I guess, "Nah, fuck that shit man, you can still do what you wanna do, you gotta trust that shit" Heard once that in dire times when you need a sign, that's when appear Guess my text message didn't resonate, I'll just say it here Hate the fact my mom cooped up in her apartment, telling That she's too sick to get dressed up and go do shit, like true shit And all my family from the that I've been 'round, started treating me like I'm "him" now we don't know each other, we ain't grow together, we just friends now Shit got me pinned down, pick the pen up and put the pen down Writing to you from a distance like a pen pal, but we've down
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