| Yeah, yeah
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| I got these ideas, I got a lot on my mind and it’s so hard to put 'em in a lot
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| of songs, I try to put 'em all in one, you know
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| Just what I’m feeling, what I’m going through
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| I’ve been drinking so please bear with me
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| Eyes wide shut, barely eating, tryna get my game on
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| Played it too cool, almost like I froze, had to put my flame on
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| All the while watch em X me out
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| Magazine cover motherfucker, I ain’t tripping my flow
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| and maybe they’ll listen to me when they sixty
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| Breaking some bread down, treat it like the Last Supper
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| Toast to all the time we were po' but still we had one another
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| Hoppin' in/out of shuttles, I’ma be big momma
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| I’ma get rich momma, I’m sorry I ain’t got a wife or kids momma
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| But look what I did momma
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| Got a house that I barely can stay in
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| A car I barely can drive
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| I’d be a liar if I said getting money didn’t make me feel alive
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| Hustling, arguing about who’s better than I in tweets
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| But what does it matter when a new artist come out like every week?
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| And the label all on they nutsack, good for them, keep sucking
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| Most rappers’ll bend over for you, but me?
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| Bitch I’m not for fucking, over
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| I’d be the biggest star, they told me
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| Signed my name on that line and when I die, that’s when it’s over
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| Moving on to the set, I was just a talented black kid
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| But to them, I was like a check
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| Another five years of slaving and then it’s on to the next
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| I was tryna be what I envisioned as a child
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| A king ain’t a man of God when ain’t no church in the wild
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| Shit been fucked up 'cause they don’t talk about Christ
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| Everybody trying to die young but who gon' talk about life?
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| I pull that card Good Lawd, Confederate flag shit so flawed
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| They used to fly it like pilots and burn crosses in our yards
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| I can’t get with ya if you with that whistling Dixie want that old time back
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| But niggas got a hundred rounds and automatics so we ain’t having that
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| I ain’t promoting no violence, it’s people out here been wilding
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| So much that you can get gunned down just for being happy and smiling
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| Ain’t no hotline worth dialing to say the world needs help
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| We too busy filling our needs that we might kill us ourselves
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| I got my gumption from my granny, had a dream about her like last night
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| She held me tight and told me, «Little one, everything gon' be alright»
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| My mind playing tricks on me, but I needed that there
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| In a world where I feel all alone sometimes I’m needing her care
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| It’s hard to share my insecurities so I medicate, I mean meditate
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| And pray to God for a second chance, for Heaven’s sake
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| I’m just waiting on a sign or two
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| Like what I’ma do when my heart get rusty and tired
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| And it ain’t shining through, and I think about death a lot
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| My father scared of dying, I can relate, I call him before every flight
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| In case it ain’t meant for flying, I can’t hold it back, can’t control these
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| tears
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| I mean after all these years I’m still the kid writing poems, too shy
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| To eat in the cafeteria, I’m two cups in and three shots away
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| I don’t give a fuck about any of the shit I didn’t have to say
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| Lord knows, it’s hard to see the truth with your eyes closed
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| It’s hard to protect your feelings when you so exposed
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| Yeah, I’m so exposed
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| I’m so exposed
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| So exposed
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| I let it all slip away
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| And now all I can say
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| Is here’s a toast to a better day
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| And the love that will come and stay
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| Oh God, oh God, oh God, wherever you are, yeah
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| I call your name near and far
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| Oh, oh God, oh God, wherever you are, yeah
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| I call your name near and far
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| I’m so exposed
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| I’m so exposed
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| I’m so exposed
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| I’m so exposed
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| Oh God, oh God
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| Oh God, oh God
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| Oh yeah… |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Drinking Sessions , by - Big K.R.I.T.. Song from the album 4eva Is A Mighty Long Time, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп