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Now I don't wanna - talk about the dirt,
I was out here - trying to make my hustle
I asking for forgiveness - for my sins,
I ain't asking for forgiveness - for my
You can tell they fake it - when you up in their eyes,
born in open water - had to against the tide
I was on the - looking in from the outside,
when you on a dime - everything is do it die
Now I have trouble - sober for a week,
I have trouble staying - sober when I
know that underneath my bed - I keep a piece,
and gon' be some hell if any devil try to come for me
Now I don't wanna - talk about the dirt,
I was out here - trying to my hustle work
I ain't asking for - for my sins,
I asking for forgiveness - for my sins
I do not ask for sympathy - and do not on giving none,
ain't no in between - I'm as as they come
You can smell it on my - you can tell that I'm holding,
gotta keep the cash - cuz' you know the fiends lurking
I'm so allergic to the syrup - but I still medicated,
if I meet my maker - they gon' have to do explaining
I was sitting in the basement - perfecting the plot,
been the block - but I think they forgot