| Talk about it Talk about it Its a shame, yes a crazy crazy
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| Tell it to em
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| Heard you thought about comitting suicide
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| Was it your pride that made you wanna die
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| Leave your momma, wonder why
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| And your baby here to cry
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| And was it over a jilted lover
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| Trusted brother, operating undercover
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| Make you turn your back on your god
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| Tell me what you cryin for, let him go He dont want you no more
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| — what you dyin for, stupid
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| Youll never know
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| Cuz once yo eyes are closed
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| Thats all she wrote
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| Hey hey, bro man, with the masterplan, craving in pain
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| Doing all you can to win your prima-donna
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| Sexy brown, coochy down
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| Thought the love you had was iron clad
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| But here you caught chillin at your homeboys pad
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| And now you wanna put a bullet in your cap
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| Are you mad
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| — tell me what you cryin for
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| Let her go She dont want you no more
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| Messin with your mental, tearing out your central
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| Focusing on that kinda stuff that dont amount to anything
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| Im pressing you to enter into an agenda
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| Altered state of mind
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| That allows you to control your pain
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| Tell me what you crying for, let it go He dont want you no more
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| Sugar, what you dying for (youll see)
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| Youll never know
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| Cuz once your eyes are closed
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| Thats all she wrote
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| — what you crying for
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| Let it go She dont want you no more
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| What you dyin for stupid
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| Youll never know
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| Cuz once yo eyes are closed
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| Thats all she wrote
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| Listen see
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| — messin with your mental, tearing out your central
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| Focusing on that kinda stuff that dont amount to anything
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| Im pressing you to enter into a agenda
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| That state of mind
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| That allows you to control the pain |