| Life is funny ain’t it
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| Cause I don’t think this is my parents dream for me
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| Cheah
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| Lord I ain’t cha best son
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| I ain’t been to church in a while
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| But on that liquor I confess some
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| I missed a couple blessings wasn’t ready
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| I was counting money
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| But I swear I’ll catch the next one
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| I did some dirt to be the fresh one
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| I lost my friends over ends but I guess it’s where I get it, huh
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| Chasing dreams that I can barely see
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| Shooting for the stars, when that’s something I could never be
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| Maybe all the flash wasn’t meant for me
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| Maybe I’m too real for this industry
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| I sit alone in this 4 corner room
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| Writing about life and how it goes to soon
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| Pimpin these broads fast cars and jewels
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| All in the blink of a eye I could lose
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| It’s all good, love and pain
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| Something’s I just can’t change
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| I just can’t change
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| I can’t keep worrying bout the things in my life I can change
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| Dear Lord give me the strength to fight the evil in this game
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| Ooh I close my eyes and get down on my knees
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| Pray to the heavens protect my family
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| If I leave that’s good enough for me
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| My girl think I’m no good
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| And she should
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| I ain’t done much to make her thank different
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| Late night checkin chicks really wasn’t effortless
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| I’m erasing messages so she ain’t caught me slippin
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| I never really knew how much I loved her till she dipped and
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| Besides she ain’t scared of lion tigers and bears
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| But she scared of being in love with me
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| Had a feelin that I’ll sleep with every broad on the road I see
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| Probably so-do I ride solo
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| On the mission for some mo doe
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| Ball hard to ease my mind
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| Tried to call her and she picked up
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| Said she really can’t talk it ain’t over but she need some time
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| Now I’m in limbo
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| It ain’t simple yeah I feel her
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| Says she got a friend and word is she really dig him
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| I’m dealing with the pain I lost her and I know it
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| I’m praying for the strength not to show it
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| Seems hopeless
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| I was just waiting on this moment in my grandmama kitchen
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| An artist from Mississippi like who a listening
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| I’m southernize countryfied no doubt
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| I hustle hard my slang raw so what now
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| Get it in by any means I said
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| Having dreams of such things I bled
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| Sweat and tears, potent dro and beers
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| Liquor helps me think but I pay the toll in years
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| Women galore, some were whores
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| They never fill the void all I wanted was more
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| The company up under me was shady
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| Childhood friends turned enemies they hating
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| A lot of folk done made it to hell I know they waiting
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| For me to fall off and burn if I’m forsaken
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| We workers of inequity, Lord we knew better
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| It’s hard to be broke and do better
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| Father forgive me
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| That’s good enough for me |