| When the lights shut off
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| And its my turn to settle down
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| My main concern
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| Promise that you will sing about me
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| Promise that you will sing about me
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| I said when the lights shut off
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| And its my turn to settle down
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| My main concern
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| Promise that you will sing about me
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| Promise that you will sing about me
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| I woke up this morning and figured I’d call you
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| In case I’m not here tomorrow
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| I’m hoping that I can borrow a piece of mind
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| I’m behind on what’s really important
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| My mind is really distorted
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| I find nothing but trouble in my life
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| I’m fortunate you believe in a dream
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| This orphanage we call a ghetto is quite a routine
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| And last night was just another distraction
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| Or a reaction of what we consider madness
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| I know exactly what happened
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| You ran outside when you heard my brother cry for help
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| Held him like a newborn baby and made him feel
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| Like everything was alright
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| And a fight he tried to put up, but the type
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| Of bullet that stuck had went against his will
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| As blood spilled on your hands
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| My plans rather vindictive
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| Everybody’s a victim in my eyes
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| When I ride it’s a murderous rhythm
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| And outside became pitch black
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| A demon glued to my back whispering, «Get em»
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| I got em, and I ain’t give a fuck
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| That same mentality that told my brother not to duck
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| In actuality it’s a trip how we trip off of colors
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| I wonder if I’ll ever discover
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| A passion like you and recover
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| The life that I knew as a young’n
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| In pajamas and Dun-ta-duns
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| When thunder comes it rains cats and dogs
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| Dumb niggas like me never prosper
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| Prognosis of a problem child
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| I’m proud and well devoted
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| This piru shit been in me forever
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| So forever I’mma push it, wherever whenever
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| And I love you cause you love my brother like you did
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| Just promise me you’ll tell this story when you make it big
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| And if I die before your album drop I hope
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| Promise that you will sing about me
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| Promise that you will sing about me
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| I said when the lights shut off
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| And its my turn to settle down
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| My main concern
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| Promise that you will sing about me
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| Promise that you will sing about me
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| You wrote a song about my sister on your tape
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| And called it «Section .80,» the message resemble «Brenda's Got a Baby»
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| Whats crazy was, I was hearin about it
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| But doubted your ignorance, how could you ever
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| Just put her on blast and shit
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| Judging her past and shit
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| Well it’s completely my future
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| A nigga behind me right now asking for ass and shit
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| And I’mma need that 40 dollars even if I gotta
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| Fuck, suck and swallow in the parking lot
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| Gonzales Park, I’m followed by a married man, a father of three
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| My titties bounce on the cadence of his tingling keys
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| Matter of fact he my favorite cause he tip me with E’s
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| He got a cousin named David and I seen him last week
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| This is the life of another girl damaged by the system
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| These foster homes, I run away and never do miss em
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| See, my hormones just run away and if I can get em back
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| To where they used to be then I’ll probably be in the denim
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| Of a family gene that show women how to be woman, or better yet a leader
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| You need her to learn something, then you probably need to beat her
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| That’s how I was taught
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| Three niggas in one room, first time I was tossed
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| And I’m exhausted
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| But fuck that «Sorry for your loss» shit
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| My sister died in vain, but what point are you trying to gain
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| If you can’t fit the pumps I walk in?
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| I’ll wait
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| Your rebuttal a little too late
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| And if you have a album date, just make sure I’m not in the song
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| Cause I don’t need the attention bring enough of that on my own
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| And matter fact did I mention that I physically feel great?
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| A doctor’s approval is a waste of time, I know I’m straight
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| I’ll probably live longer than you and never fade away
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| I’ll never fade away, I’ll never fade away
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| I know my fate, and I’m on the grind for this cake
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| I’mma get or die trying, I’m eyeing every male gender with intentions of buying
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| You lying to these motherfuckers, talking about you can help with my story
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| You can help me if you sell this pussy for me, nigga
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| Don’t ignore me nigga, fuck your glory nigga, this bullshit…
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| When the lights shut off
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| And its my turn to settle down |
| My main concern
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| Promise that you will sing about me
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| Promise that you will sing about me
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| I said when the lights shut off
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| And its my turn to settle down
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| My main concern
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| Promise that you will sing about me
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| Promise that you will sing about me
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| Sometimes I look in a mirror and ask myself
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| Am I really scared of passing away
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| If it’s today I hope I hear a
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| Cry out from heaven so loud it can water down a demon
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| With the holy ghost till it drown in the blood of Jesus
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| I wrote some raps that make sure that my lifeline
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| Rake in the scent of a reaper, ensuring that my allegiance
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| With the other side may come soon
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| And if I’m doomed, may the wound
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| Help my mother be blessed for many moons
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| I suffer a lot
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| And every day the glass mirror get tougher to watch
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| I tie my stomach in knots
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| And I’m not sure why I’m infatuated with death
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| My imagination is surely an aggravation of threats
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| That can come about
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| Cause the tongue is mighty powerful
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| And I can name a list of your favorites that probably vouch
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| Maybe cause I’m a dreamer and sleep is the cousin of death
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| Really stuck in the scheme of, wondering when I’mma rest
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| And you’re right, your brother was a brother to me
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| And your sister’s situation was the one that pulled me
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| In a direction to speak of something that’s realer than the TV screen
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| By any means, wasn’t trying to offend or come between
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| Her personal life, I was like «it need to be told»
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| Cursing the life of 20 generations after her soul
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| Exactly what’d happen if I ain’t continued rappin
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| Or steady being distracted by money drugs and four
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| Fives, I count lives all on these songs
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| Look at the weak and cry, pray one day you’ll be strong
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| Fighting for your rights, even when you’re wrong
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| And hope that at least one of you sing about me when I’m gone
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| Now am I worth it?
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| Did I put enough work in?
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| Promise that you will sing about me
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| Promise that you will sing about me
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| I said when the lights shut off
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| And its my turn to settle down
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| My main concern
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| Promise that you will sing about me
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| Promise that you will sing about me
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| (Dying of Thirst)
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| Tired of running
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| Tired of hunting
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| My own kind
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| But retiring nothing
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| Tires are steady screeching, the driver is rubbing
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| Hands on the wheel, who said we wasn’t
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| Dying of thirst
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| Dying of thirst
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| Dying of thirst
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| Dope on the corner
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| Look at the coroner
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| Daughter is dead
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| Mother is mourning her
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| Strayed bullets
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| AK bullets
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| Resuscitation was waiting patiently but they couldn’t
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| Bring her back
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| Who got the footage?
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| Channel 9
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| Cameras is looking
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| It’s hard to channel your energy when you know you’re crooked
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| Banana clip, split his banana pudding
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| I’m like Tre, that’s Cuba Gooding
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| I know I’m good at
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| Dying of thirst
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| Dying of thirst
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| Dying of thirst
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| How many sins?
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| I’m running out
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| How many sins?
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| I lost count
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| Dreams of ballin' like Spalding
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| But only shotty bounce
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| The reefer calling
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| I’m cottonmouth
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| Money is power, yours is ours
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| Lay with a snitch, die with a coward
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| Hope we get rich, hope we can tower
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| Over the city with vanity with the music louder
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| The same song
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| A black flower
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| I’ll show you how to
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| Dye your thirst
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| Dye your thirst
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| Dye your thirst
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| What are we doing?
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| Who are we fooling?
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| Hell is hot, fire is proven
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| To burn for eternity, return of the student
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| That never learned how to live right just by how to shoot it
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| Tired of running, s is humming
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| Tell us to visit, we lying about coming
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| Now back to business, loading the guns in
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| Back of the Buick, your hood is viewed
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| And the beef is bubbling
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| It’s no discussion, hereditary
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| All of my cousins
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| Dying of thirst
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| Dying of thirst
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| Dying of thirst
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| Too many sins
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| I’m running out
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| Somebody send
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| Me a well for the drought
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| See, all I know, is taking notes
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| On taking this life for granted
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| Granted, if he provoke
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| My best days, I stress days
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| (Lord forgive me for all my sins for I not know…)
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| My best days, I stress days
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| Say «Fuck the world,» my sex slave
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| Money, pussy and greed; |
| what’s my next crave
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| Whatever it is, know it’s my next grave
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| Tired of running, tired of running
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| Tired of tumbling, tired of running
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| Tired of tumbling
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| Back once my momma say
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| «See a pastor, give me a promise |
| What if today was the rapture, and you completely tarnished
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| The truth will set you free, so to me be completely honest
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| You dying of thirst
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| You dying of thirst
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| So hop in that water, and pray that it works»
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| (Fuck… I’m tired of this shit.)
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| (I'm tired of fucking running… Tired of this shit… my brother, homie!)
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| (Is that what I think that is?!)
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| (I know that’s not what I think that is…)
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| (Why are you so angry…)
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| (See, you young men are dying of thirst. Do you know what that means?)
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| (That means that you need WATER… HOLY water.)
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| (You need to baptized with the Spirit of the Lord.)
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| (Do you want to receive God as your personal savior?)
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| (Ok… Repeat after me)
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| (Lord, God, I come to you, a sinner)
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| (And I humbly repent for my sins.)
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| (I believe that Jesus is Lord.)
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| (I believe You raised him from the dead.)
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| (I would ask that Jesus come into my life)
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| (And be my Lord, and Savior.)
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| (I receive Jesus to take control of my life)
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| (And that I might live for Him from this day forward.)
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| (Thank you Lord Jesus, for saving me with Your Precious Blood)
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| (In Jesus' name… Amen)
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| (Alright now… remember this day.) |