| Now we’re here
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| Standing in your tears
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| Nothing remains
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| Just fire and flames
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| Fire and flames
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| Fire and flames
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| Yeah!
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| Can you stitch back a ripped heart
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| Or when it’s gone is it torn apart?
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| I feel allured by the dark like Damian
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| Crashed on another planet just the lonely alien.
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| Trying to get these motherfucking doubts out my cranium
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| I know I’m a make it but this pain’s got me caving in.
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| These industry niggas I’ve developed such a hate for them
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| Swear I want to kill them but my momma told me pray for them
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| Waiting on the day when me and my niggas rocking stadiums
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| But we’ve grown apart now I cannot relate to them, nah…
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| Uh! |
| Now who the fuck says life’s fair
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| Niggas turn their backs on you when you need them right there
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| Grandmama told me stress’ll give me white hair
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| I can feel something evil lurking in the night’s air
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| My dreams seem distant but they right there
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| Pray my kids don’t grow to inherit my nightmares
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| Now we’re here
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| Standing in your tears
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| Nothing remains
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| Just fire and flames
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| Fire and flames
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| Fire and flames
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| Yeah!
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| Blow an O with that L.A. weed
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| Feeling stressed cause' I fucked up with L.A. Reid
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| Plus I got to share the bad news with my scene
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| Niggas looking at me like I won’t succeed, damn!
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| And it was all good just a week ago
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| Hope these pussy ass niggas decompose
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| Turn the stereo up and let the speakers blow
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| Trying to block the bullshit out blowing reefer smoke
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| I need to find a shrink to confide to
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| Why worry knowing God walk beside you
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| God told niggas I’ll advise you
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| Don’t sleep on Jarren, he’s creeping right beside you
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| So how you balance hip-hop and family
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| I swear to God I think my wife don’t understand me
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| Her music used to be therapeutic
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| Now a nigga going crazy about to lose it.
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| Now we’re here
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| Standing in your tears
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| Nothing remains
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| Just fire and flames
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| Fire and flames
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| Fire and flames |