| Your son wonder when you comin' home
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| I wonder why you couldn’t make it home?
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| I wonder why they love you when you gone?
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| I wonder if you know how much they miss you?
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| Crenshaw, now they yellin', «Crenshaw»
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| Crenshaw, now they wearin' Crenshaw
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| I wonder why they love you when you gone? |
| (When you gone)
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| I wonder if you’re there right now (Right now, Ayy, Dom)
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| I wonder (Ayy, this classic shit, Dom)
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| I wonder if you’re really listenin' to what I feel right now? |
| (This L.A. shit)
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| I wonder
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| I’m hopin' you’re the peace that’ll make 'em really care right now (Throw them
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| dubs up)
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| But you’re gone and it just isn’t fair right now, right now (One time for our
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| nig', we got the world lit)
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| On God, the work is never done (We love you, Nip)
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| The good they die young, used to be my son
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| Even when it waivers, the pain I feel is numb
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| Know that you were loved, yeah
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| I didn’t wanna write this song
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| Didn’t wanna write it, so it’s from the heart
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| Even brought your homie from Leimert Park
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| Smokin' papers on Vernon for the hurt
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| Reminiscin', you and Blacc Sam built it from the dirt
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| Los Angeles, the gift and a curse
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| Focused on your neighborhood but you shifted the earth
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| You had the Staples Center packed like a church
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| Whole South Central put they hands on your hearse
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| I wonder if Heaven got a Slauson
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| You with Biggie and Pac, look at you, big as the bosses
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| Headed to a marathon, look at your nigga, he flossin'
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| Your legacy untouchable like Emani and Kross is
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| On the days that I’m feelin' exhausted, think about uncle Snoop at the funeral
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| talkin'
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| This type of shit you don’t see that often
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| Stevie Wonder singin', he can’t even see your coffin
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| I wonder if you’re free right now, yeah
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| I wonder if you’re happy, are you livin' out your dreams right now?
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| I hope the angels are givin' you your wings right now
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| The hardest thing that I had to sing right now
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| Right now, right now, oh, God
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| The best was yet to come (Sometime)
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| The good, they die young
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| Used to the be sun even when it rains, yeah
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| Pain I feel is numb
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| You’ll always be loved
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| I didn’t wanna write this song
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| Ayy, shit sound like it look
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| All the history you made, nigga, I could write a book
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| You had the Eight Treys walkin' with the 60s
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| I witnessed it all, you was right there with me
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| From Eritrea to South Central
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| From South Central to Brooklyn, look at what you been through
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| Mind over matter, yeah, it’s all mental
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| But I still don’t trust 12 when I see 'em in my rearview
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| Six years ago, I could of been you
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| Me and some of my old homies had the same issues
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| If I come, tell God to let me in
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| Give 'em the room next to Aaliyah with ESPN
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| You got tears fallin' down the cheeks of Mexicans
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| You got a number in my phone I can’t text again
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| And if they killed you, they could kill Game
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| But I don’t mind dyin' if it’s gon' bring real change
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| Say hi to the sky, now it’s your turn to fly
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| Still we cry (Still we cry)
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| I wish I could have protected you there
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| Just say hi to the sky, now it’s your turn to fly
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| Still we cry, cry, cry
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| Still we cry, yeah
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| Cry, cry, I cry
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| Didn’t wanna write this song
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| Dear rap game, we can’t take no more losses
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| Thank you God for Nipsey Hussle
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| King of L.A., Slauson
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| Clap for him, clap for him
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| The marathon continues
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| I didn’t wanna write this song |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song I Didn’t Wanna Write This Song, artist - The Game. Album song Born 2 Rap, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп