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Loving you is

I blame when you still
Place shame when you
Feel like you shit
Feel like you don't feel, confidence in
Breakin' on floors
Watchin' anonymous strangers tellin' me I'm yours
But you ain't shit I'm your talent's nothin' special
What can I him for
Nigga I can several
Situation had stopped with your little bakin'
A baby inside, a teenager where's your patience
was your antennas
Where was the influence you of
You preached in of 100,000 but never reached her
I tell you, you fuckin' failure you ain't no leader
I never liked you, forever despise you I don't you
The world don't you, don't let them deceive you
Numbers lie too, fuck your too, that's for dedication
Thought money would change you, made you more
I hate you, I hope you embrace it

I loving you is complicated
you is complicated

Lovin' you, you, not lovin' you, one hundred proof
I can feel you vibin', recognize that your of me
Yes I you too

keeping
¡Abre la puerta! ¡Abre la puerta que limpiar el cuarto!
¡Es que no hay mucho tiempo tengo que el cuarto¡
!Disculpe!

Are you the why mama and them leavin'
No you ain't shit, you say you love them, I know you don't it
I know you're irresponsible, selfish, in denial, can't it
Your trials and a burden, everyone felt it
Everyone heard it, shots, corners cryin' out
You was deserted, where was your again?
Where was your presence, where was your support that you
You ain't no brother, you no disciple, you ain't no friend
A never leave Compton for profit or leave his best friend
Little brother, you promised you'd watch him before shot him
Where was your antennas, on the road, bottles and
You time the one time, that's unforgiven
You even faced time instead of a hospital
You should thought he recover, well
The surgery couldn't stop the for real
Then he died, God himself will say "you failed"
You try

I know your nigga
Mood is frequent nigga
I know depression is restin' on your for two reasons nigga
I you and a couple block boys ain't been speakin' nigga
Y'all damn near beefin', I it and your the reason nigga
And if this bottle talk I cry myself to sleep
Bitch everything is fault
Faults to pieces, earthquakes on every weekend
Because you shook as soon as you confinement was needed
I your secrets
Don't let me tell them to the world about that shit you
And that time you I'm bout to
I'm up, but I'm not as fucked up as you
You just can't get right, I think your heart of bullet proof
Shoulda yo ass a long time ago
You shoulda filled that black revolver a long time ago
And if those mirrors could talk it say "you gotta go"
And if I told your
The know money can't stop a suicidal weakness