| I’ma take this shit day by day
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| I can feel it, man, I’m not okay
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| Something’s wrong, yeah, I gotta say
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| It’s been two weeks since I fucked my main
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| I can’t sleep, got my chest pains
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| My mind’s weak, hope it’s just a phase
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| I ain’t sleep in like three days
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| This morning I counted my blessings
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| Sat back and taught myself a lessons
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| It’s no more spots for me in Heaven
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| I met the Devil at 11
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| Was even nice and bought me presents
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| Only gave me thirty seconds
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| If I grab the Smith & Wesson
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| Will you clean up all the messin'?
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| Now I’m down to ten seconds
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| If I make this my profession
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| Will you make me just the best, yeah?
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| I really hope I don’t regret this
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| Now I’m down to five seconds
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| I really hope it’s for the best
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| Really hope it’s with a check
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| And I told him one confession
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| But wearin' VV’s won’t mend things
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| I got some shooters’ll slap you
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| Thirty on me like I’m Stephen
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| Thirty on me like I’m Stephen
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| You know that these bitches just fuck me 'cause I got some hoes ('Cause I got
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| some hoes)
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| I know that these niggas, they fightin', they tryin' to catch me at shows |
| (Catch me at shows)
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| These females be actin' like niggas, these niggas be actin' like hoes (Actin'
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| like hoes)
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| I put it on my mama, let her see my shows |