| I’m going through changes
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| I’m going through changes
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| Lately I really, feel like I’m rolling for like Philly
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| I feel like I’m losing control of myself, I sincerely
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| I apologize if all that I sound like, is I’m complaining
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| But life keeps on complicating, an' I’m debating
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| On leaving this world, this evening, even my girls
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| Can see I’m grievin', I try and hide it
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| But I can’t, why do I act like I’m all high and mighty
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| When inside, I’m dying, I am finally realizing I need help
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| I can’t do it by myself, too weak, 2 weeks I’ve been having ups and downs
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| Going through peaks and valleys, dilly dallying
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| Around with the idea, of ending the shit right here
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| I’m hatin' my reflection, I walk around the house tryin' to fight mirrors
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| I can’t stand what I look like, yeah, I look fat, but what do I care?
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| I give a f*ck, only thing I fear, is Hailie
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| I’m afraid if I close my eyes I might see her
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| Sh*t
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| I am going through changes
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| I am going through changes
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| I lock myself in the bedroom, bathroom, nappin' at noon
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| Yeah dad’s in a bad mood, he’s always snappin' at you
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| Marshall what happened at you, you can’t stop with these pills
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| And you’ve fallen off with your skills, and your own fans are laughin' at you
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| It become a problem you’re too pussy to tackle, get up
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| Be a man, stand, a real man woulda had this shit handled
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| Know you just had your heart ripped out and crushed
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| They say Proof just flipped out, homie just swift out and bust
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| Nah, it ain’t like Doody to do that
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| He wouldn’t f*ckin' shoot at, no-body, he fights first
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| But dwellin' on it only makes the night worse
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| Now I’m poppin Vic’s, perks and Methadone pills
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| Yeah Em, tight verse, you killed it
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| Fuckin' drug dealers hang around me like «yes man»
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| And they gon' do whatever I says when, I says it
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| It’s in their best interest to protect their investment
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| And I just lost my fuckin' best friend, so fuck it, I guess then…
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| I am going through changes
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| I am going through changes
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| Don’t know what I’m going through
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| But I just keep on going through changes…
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| My friends just can’t understand this new me
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| That’s understandable man, but just think how bananas you’d be
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| You’d be an animal too, if you were trapped in this fame and caged in it like a
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| zoo
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| And everybody’s lookin' at you, what you want me to do
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| I’m startin' to live like a recluse and the truth is
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| Fame startin' to give me an excuse, to be at a all time low
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| I sit alone in my home theatre, watchin' the same damn DVD
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| Of the first tour, the last tour, he was still alive
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| And it hurt sore, fast forward, sleepin' pills’ll make me feel alright
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| And if I’m still awake in the middle of the night
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| I just take a couple more, yeah you’re motherf*ckin' right
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| I ain’t slowin' down for no one, I am almost homeward bound
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| Almost in a coma, yeah homie come on, don’t look now
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| Daddy, don’t you die on me, daddy, better hold your ground
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| Fuck, don’t I know the sound of that voice
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| Yeah baby hold me down
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| I am going through changes
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| I am going through changes
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| Wake up in the hospital, full of tubes, plus somehow I’m pullin' through
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| Swear when I come back I’ma be bulletproof
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| I’ma do it just for Proof, I think I should state a few
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| Facts, cause I may not get a chance again to say the truth
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| Shit it just hit me that what if I would notta made it through?
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| I think about the things I would never got to say to you
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| I’d never get to make it right, so here’s what I came to do
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| Hailie this one is for you, Whitney and Alaina too
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| I still love your mother, that’ll never change
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| Think about her every day, we just could never get it together
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| Hey, wish there was a better way, for me to say it
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| But I swear on everything, I’d do anything for her on anyday
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| There are just too many things, to explain, when it rains
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| Guess it pours, yes it does, wish there wasn’t any pain
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| But I can’t pretend there ain’t, I ain’t placin' any blame
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| I ain’t pointin' fingers, heaven knows there never been a saint
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| I know it just feels like we just pissed away our history
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| But just today, I looked at your picture, almost hate to say
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| I miss you self consciously, wish it didn’t end this way
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| But I just had to get away, don’t know why
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| I don’t know what else to say, I guess I’m |