| Man, fuck!
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| Me and my girl keep arguing
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| Somehow my life just got hard again
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| She’s scared of groupies that steady barging in
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| I can’t explain the pain my heart is in
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| Yeah I got money but reality isn’t sunny it’s dark and grim
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| See when i’m touring I don’t take her
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| So she get filled with anger thinking another woman is going to replace her
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| She standing in tears of emotion knee deep
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| I keep tryna tell her that I ain’t fucking no groupie
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| She don’t believe me
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| My career is so deceiving
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| She’s dating a rapper, nobody said it was going to be easy
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| She threatening to leave me cause of these text messages girls send
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| Now I’m just caught in this whirlwind
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| Tryna explain they just friends who can’t control themselves
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| They see the fame think I’m cute and they get overwhelmed
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| She should fucking know the deal
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| I’m done dealing with this bullshit
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| Bitch I’m outta here
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| You can go to hell
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| There’s no room to drive at the end of the road
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| When you’re living in the cold not wearing a coat
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| The breeze turns tears to snow
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| Will they ever learn to love me?
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| (Will they ever learn to love me?)
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| Don’t fucking call me
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| Stop trying to reach me
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| I ain’t tryna hear all of your bullshit just leave me
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| The underground ain’t been the same since I emerged from it
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| Niggas hear my name and they just hate and throw some dirt on it
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| Talking 'out I blew up and just left them in the dust
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| But we ain’t friends, motherfucker, we ain’t never kicked it once!
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| You better zip it shut, I’m respectful
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| But if I spot you that’s the only time that I won’t ever give a fuck
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| Your words can make a difference so do not forget
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| If you run your mouth and talk shit you payin' for what comes out of it
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| Bitch niggas acting all macho
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| Jealous 'cause they ain’t got dough
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| While they still opening up for me at my show
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| Smiling, coming over to me like I’m the coldest mc
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| And then you bad mouth the moment I leave?
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| Aight, I got it
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| Since I’m in the limelight, you niggas try to look cool by not being hyped
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| about my hype
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| Simple and plain better watch where your missiles are aimed
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| Insult my name and you’ll rekindle a flame, nigga
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| There’s no room to drive at the end of the road
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| When you’re living in the cold not wearing a coat
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| The breeze turns tears to snow
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| Will they ever learn to love me?
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| (Will they ever learn to love me?)
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| Don’t fucking call me
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| Stop trying to reach me
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| I ain’t tryna hear all of your bullshit just leave me
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| I’m about to lock myself in my basement and dig my grave inside
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| All jokes aside, man
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| I see no reason to stay alive
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| If I do it I won’t even say goodbye
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| «Yo-ho, but you’re Hopsin and you have so many fans!»
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| «Yeah, great advice.»
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| I’m not lucky
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| Outside of Hopsin, there’s no one who loves me
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| I come home to absolutely nothing
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| Nobody pays any mind to Marcus
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| They treat me like I’m retarded
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| They just want me to slave away as an artist
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| It don’t make any sense to me
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| No one wants to get to know the real me
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| They just want some pictures for their friends to see
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| I deal with this kind of stress endlessly
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| Fuck this damn industry
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| Look at all the shit that it just did to me
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| I don’t care about no big collab or trying to swim in cash
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| I just want a family I can watch tv with and laugh
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| Until then i’m on the dark side
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| I’m the fucking dark knight starting bar fights
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| It’s a hard life
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| There’s no room to drive at the end of the road
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| When you’re living in the cold not wearing a coat
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| The breeze turns tears to snow
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| Will they ever learn to love me?
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| (Will they ever learn to love me?)
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| Don’t fucking call me
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| Stop trying to reach me
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| I ain’t tryna hear all of your bullshit just leave me |