| The thoughts are cloudy
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| In the marijuana sky, but it started raining molly
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| It got me feeling sorry while I’m feeling on myself
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| Cause I don’t know this bitch name but I’m feeling on her breast
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| I know it ain’t right, but in this state I don’t care
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| A whole week went past, I ain’t gone nowhere
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| Hotel rooms crushing pills and menus
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| Daughter sending me messages saying «Daddy, I miss you»
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| But in this condition I don’t think she need to see me
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| Ain’t slept in four days, and I’m smelling like seaweed
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| Problems in my past haunt my future and the present
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| Escaping from reality got me missing my blessings
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| Sent a couple G’s but that make it no better
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| And now I got habits that ain’t getting no better
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| And it ain’t that easy tryna get all together
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| Been stressed for so long, think depression done set in
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| It’s time for me to clean it up
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| I came too far to fuck it up, like
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| Pops left mom when I was only 18
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| So rightfully that meant I had to be the man of things
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| And by 28, mom was damn near homeless
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| And now I’m 31, she 'bout to fucking cop her own shit
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| Triple beam dreams brought me nothing but nightmares
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| Thought that I was helping but the system don’t fight fair
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| Cases had me locked up, mama always wrote me
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| Pops my only visit, they the only ones that loved me
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| That’s why I feel bad, popping Givenchy tags
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| Knowing that this tee could feed my nephew for a week
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| For material I’m weak, acting like I don’t care
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| I spend it all on clothes, then something is wrong there
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| I sent my mom some G’s, but that makes it no better
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| Cause now I got habits that ain’t getting no better
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| And it ain’t that easy tryna get it all together
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| I been stressed for so long, think depression done set in |