| Have you ever thought of suicide
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| On a jail call while your mother cried
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| She ain’t understand you had to ride
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| It was him or you, it was do or die
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| Pick up I’m on a jail call
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| Pick up I’m on a jail call
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| Pick up I’m on a jail call
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| I got some shit I gotta tell y’all
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| Slowly walking down the corridor
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| I got 4 in got 24 more
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| Niggas saying free me on the internet
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| Ima hour away ain’t get a visit yet
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| Plus my commissary getting low
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| My niggas on trial hope they don’t blow
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| But if they beat da case that’ll be the day
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| Cuz them niggas fighting murders with a legal aide
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| All this time this can’t be real
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| Man I should of took da plea deal
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| The whole system need to rebuild
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| Shit look what they did to meek mill
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| Plus my bunky, is a junky
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| My baby momma told my momma she don’t want me
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| She told me what she gotta visit for
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| And how she’ll never bring my child on no visit floor
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| Have you ever thought of suicide
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| On a jail call while your mother cry
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| She don’t understand you had to ride
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| It was him or you, it was do or die
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| Pick up I’m on a jail call
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| Pick up I’m on a jail call
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| Pick up I’m on a jail call
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| I got some shit I gotta tell y’all
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| I’m jus claiming what I’m banging on the walk in
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| C74 I brought the hawk in
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| But this sick uh cells got me coughing
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| Feel like the only way I’ll leave is in a coffin
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| Twenty something more years I’m tryna hold on
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| Can’t wait to see the parole board
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| But they’ll probably hit me with another five
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| Den another five… sometimes I wanna cry
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| Sitting in my cell some times I wanna die
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| Kill myself sometimes I wanna try
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| Then I think of all the good times
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| Caught another case now they took my good time
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| They said I cut a nigga in the face
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| But so what he was out of place
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| And to the trappers buying houses living beautifully
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| Don’t end up in this gated community
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| Have you ever heard of suicide
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| On a jail call why your mother cry
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| She don’t understand you had to ride
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| It was him or you, it was do or die
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| Pick up I’m on a jail call
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| Pick up I’m on a jail call
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| Pick up I’m on a jail call
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| Got some shit I gotta tell y’all
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| Every morning that I wake
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| Still living behind these gates
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| My spirits start to deflate
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| Gotta live with this one mistake
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| My man started that beef he know I had it on me
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| I caught a body for that nigga and he ratted on me
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| Damn, that nigga fucking with the cops
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| My baby moms ain’t jus fucking man she fucking with the opps
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| I should of known she was a mother fucking thot
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| I’m thinking to myself why I left my mother fucking block
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| Shoulda stayed my ass home in the crib, chill with the kids
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| Went outside shooting the cig, look what I did
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| Shit I left my babies fatherless
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| They gonna feel how I felt when my father left
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| Suicidal thoughts is jus a part of stress
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| But they giving me meds and I’m beyond depressed
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| So sorry momma, ima end it all
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| Soon as I end this call |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Jail Call , by - Casanova. Song from the album Behind These Scars, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп