The are cold livin' without you The nights are long, I'm growing I miss the days alone, thinkin' you You may be gone, but you're never
If Proof could see me now, I he'd be proud Somewhere in me down, there's something in me he found made him believe in me, now no one can beat me now You try, it'll be them doors, on Dre's Phantom believe me That means suicide homie, you'll never me Off of this course, me Bitch I do this all for the sport But I want it all, I'm not talking awards homie And the balls in my and it's lonely On top of the world when you're the One with the balls and shorts To leave them jaws on the with no re- Morse, remember that when they get to you boy homie So y'all can just get to bloggin' about I'm not stop the saga Continue, no stoppin' the force Obi, I'm the floors With them, I keep tryna pass it, but they keep on the torch And it be, long til this sport is O-V- E-R, blazin' and we knockin' them doors and no we pumpkins on Halloween but we'll show up on your porch, so be Careful what you say, there ain't no punks over here so me the fog like I'm S-N-double-O-P Let me you through the smoke G If only I travellin' down this road by my lonely No one who knew me like you ever know me I don't think you how much you meant to me
The days are livin' without you The nights are long, I'm growing I miss the days alone, thinkin' you You may be gone, but you're over And it don't (oh) And it don't (oh) And it don't (oh) And it don't (oh) And I you (oh) I miss you (oh) I miss you (oh) Homie I'll never you (no)
For you, I wanna write the rhyme of my life So sick it'll up the mic, it'll put the dyna in mite Yeah it'll make the dopest MC wanna jump off a bridge and hisself Tap dancin' all the beat, it'll jump off the page and spit itself it's the best thing I could do right now for you Doodi is to rap So I'm a fuck til I die, I'm a do it to death And itstead of mourning death, I'd rather celebrate your life Elevate to new height, step on the gas and accelerate, I'm a need two the way that I'm feelin' tonight, everything I can just do right There's nothing that I can do wrong, I'm too and I'm just too hyped Just finished the rhyming and it and excuse the corny metaphor They'll never catch up to all this energy that mustered So God just help me out while I fight this grievin' process Tryna process this is makin' me nauseous But this depression ain't me hostage I've been patiently watchin' this game, these hallways You had faith in me Proof you knew I'd out of this slump, rise from these ashes Come right back on asses, and go Mike Tyson on these bastards And I'm a show 'em, blow 'em out the water slaughter 'em I'm on so many bells the only place can hit me is below Homie I I'm, never gonna be the same with you I never came in this game, I'm going insane without you Matter of fact it was just the other night, had another about you You told me to get up, I got up and spread my wings and I You me a reason to fight, I was on my way to see you You told me nah you're not layin' on that table I knew I was gonna make it, soon as you said of Hailie, I knew There wasn't no way I was gonna ever leave them babies, and Proof Not many are lucky enough to a guardian angel like you I'm so thankful, please don't think I don't feel grateful, I do Just grant me the that I need, for one more day to get through So homie this is song, I dedicate this to you I love you
The days are cold livin' you The are long, I'm growing older I miss the days alone, about you You may be gone, but never over And it don't (oh) And it quit (oh) And it don't (oh) And it quit (oh) And I you (oh) I just you (oh) I miss you (oh) Homie never forget you (no)