| You feel like the world is against you
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| You feel like you had a bad case of the «can't help it»
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| You feel like sometimes all hope is gone
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| And every time you wanted to do good
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| Evil was always prevalent on you, you hear me?
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| He came to kill, steal and destroy your soul
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| And now you look at yourself
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| And you say, «I just got pain in my soul»
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| Uhh, I ain’t felt this way since Wednesday
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| I brought a switchblade to 6th grade
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| Way before Myspace and Sam-space
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| I had a crush on Beyoncé and Kim K
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| I went to work late and missed out
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| My Grandma told me, «In ten days you’re kicked out»
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| Never went to Sunday School, I skipped out
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| And then went to the mall and got draped up and dripped out
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| I used to listen to Bon Jovi
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| And hang with my Aunt Rosie, then she called the cops on me
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| Crack in my socks runnin', my neighbor up top sold me
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| Nowhere to run now, thanks a lot homie
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| Misunderstood, trust me I know what you took from me
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| She said, «I know you’re in a relationship and you couldn’t love me
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| And you know we got something and you know it’s time so what you waitin' for?
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| Goddamn you let me down again, way to go»
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| I got pain in my soul (way to go)
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| And I ain’t prayed in so long (I said, way to go)
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| Jesus can’t save me no more (way to go)
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| Just remember the road
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| I came to tell you tonight that there’s good news
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| That Jesus came to save you from all of your sins
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| And he came to wash it away with his blood
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| The enemy came to steal, kill and destroy your soul
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| And now all you can do is that in your soul
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| Is that there is nothing but pain
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| Uhh, niggas just throw fits, I’m so sick
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| I’m tired of my broke friends who smoke cigs
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| I just wanna gold Benz with with smoke tens
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| And take all of my hoes on a road trip, just no kids
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| I guess it’s cool to dream when you ain’t used to havin' much
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| I know this breakup hurtin' you and you sad and such
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| I know you not happy, stop actin' like you havin' fun
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| I know you snoopin' through my Instagram gettin' mad as fuck
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| I tried to run away from home before the ass-beatin's
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| All I wanted was some clothes but it’s tax season
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| I love it when they Black but they act 'Rican
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| My pastor think that I’m half Black and half demon
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| What the fuck is you tryin' for? |
| What’s mine is yours
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| What’s yours is mine and I’m down for, we ridin' for it
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| We wanted this a long time ago, what you waitin' for?
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| Goddamn, you let me down again (way to go)
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| I got pain in my soul, way to go
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| And I ain’t prayed in so long, way to go
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| This sinnin' can’t save me no more, way to go
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| This the end of the road
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| I got pain in my soul, way to go
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| And I ain’t prayed in so long, way to go
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| This sinnin' can’t save me no more, way to go
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| This the end of the road
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| I got pain in my soul, way to go
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| Ta-ta ah-ah-ah-ah-ah, oh why-y-y-y
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| I ain’t prayed in so long, way to go
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| Sinnin' can’t save me no more, no more
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| Yo wassup, this is Joyner
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| I’m unable to take your call right now
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| Leave me a brief message and I’ll get back to you, peace
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| Man, think about a little baby girl and a baby boy
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| Man makes them happy, to carry, to carry heavy load
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| Whoooooa |