| Don’t pray for me, just press play for me
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| Don’t cry for me, just put one in the sky for me
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| Honestly, if you lie, you die to me
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| Don’t pray for me, just press play for me
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| Don’t cry for me, just put one in the sky for me
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| Honestly, if you lie, you die to me
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| My problems is real, mama, my problems is real
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| I tried to run from my problems until I bloodied my heels
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| My problems is real, mama, my problems is real
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| I tried to run from my problems until I bloodied my heels
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| I swallowed my courage and then I swallowed my fears
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| And then I swallow every ounce left in a bottle that’s near
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| I’m deep in my feels, my right hand on the wheel
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| I know they say drugs kill, but so do cops who cares?
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| This shit’s straight ill, nobody know how it feel
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| I said this shit’s straight ill, nobody know how it feel
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| Sometimes I want to run, run a million miles away
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| But there’s nowhere to go, feels like I’m stuck in quicksand
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| See I don’t need your judgment, shit is fucking with my brain
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| I’m in way over my head, feel like I’m in quicksand
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| I’m feeling the connection with my family driftin'
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| How will it be when I become a father of my own
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| Lately my brothers been distant
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| But maybe it’s me, you know your boy gets paranoid
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| They talk about us from a distance
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| But hate’s a disease, I’m sure they’ll never find a cure
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| Wish I could run away from my problems
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| Until my heels is bleeding, lord knows
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| Sinkin', I’m drownin', I’m submergin', boy you better get to learnin'
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| Before that quicksand murk ya (Ah-ah-ah, ah-ah-ah)
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| Sinkin', I’m drownin', I’m submergin', boy you better get to learnin'
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| Before that quicksand murk ya (Ah-ah-ah, ah-ah-ah) |