| Oh I know I can’t be here forever
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| Yeah, one day I’ll be gone forever
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| Tear jerking, ain’t nothing else working
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| Pouring whiskey, I’m knowing for certain
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| My nigga’s gone, he ain’t coming home
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| I’m left alone and I’m motherfucking hurting
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| Over and over and over again
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| So many losses, when does it end?
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| My body’s tired, my mind is lost
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| Sick of the fire, sick of the cost
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| Sick of these liars, sick of it, boss
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| Need to retire, go and get lost
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| Far from a pussy, just mourning a loss
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| Full of this liquor and needing a talk
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| Who’s gonna listen alone on this walk?
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| All by my lonely, the way I was taught
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| Continue this run until I get off
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| Live by the gun, and die by the yawk
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| One thing for certain: we all gonna die
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| We all got it coming so take it in stride
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| But this one is painful, it’s hurting inside
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| I miss you my nigga, I’m tryna stop crying
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| No healing with time, no needing me lying
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| They say it gets better, I’ll never be fine
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| I’m losing my mind a piece at a time
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| It’s dark and it’s lonely and nowhere to hide
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| Here today and gone tomorrow
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| Losing only’s filled with sorrow
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| Living out this liquor bottle
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| How much longer 'fore I follow?
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| One day you’ll look up (true) and I’ll be gone (gone)
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| I’ve been blessed to live this long
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| These city streets getting colder
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| And I’m getting older
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| Gotta get my mind right, yeah
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| Niggas die every day
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| Still I think about the time when it might be me next
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| Still tripping on the daily
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| When it came so real, niggas ain’t been the same since
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| Still I gotta find a way
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| To hide the pain that I feel, make ya wanna take a nigga face
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| Put his mouth on the AK, then I let it flame, leaded pain, nigga bang 'til he
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| thrown away
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| But I gotta think smarter
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| Cuz shit gets a little bit harder
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| Gotta be there for my son, gotta be there for the winning, gotta be the one
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| that feeling for my daughters
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| Cuz we living in a way
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| If you get caught slipping, nigga, might be your last day
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| So you better think twice when you run up on a nigga with the milli that’ll hit
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| you like Pompeii
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| For this, I miss, my niggas, my sorrows I drench
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| I hit the hemp, drink a fifth, while pumping my grip
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| I wish that this was it, but still I persist
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| With a bunch of niggas coming from the gutter
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| Got 'em running for the cover when I hit 'em with the shit
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| Here today and gone tomorrow
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| Losing only’s filled with sorrow
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| Living out this liquor bottle
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| How much longer 'fore I follow?
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| See there’s some truth to this (life)
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| Don’t get too used to this (you might)
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| Wake up one day and everybody’s gone
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| Wake up one day and everybody’s gone |