| My grandmother dementia is getting worse and my first thought was fuck
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| What next? |
| When it rains, it pours
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| Feeling crushed, sitting stuck like, what can I say?
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| How can I get a grip, you slipping further away
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| You used to tell me we can’t live for tomorrow, we ain’t promised today
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| In the belly of the beast you always told me to pray
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| With God, you don’t argue, I’m human, it’s hard not to
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| 'Specially when you look in my eyes and say «who are you?»
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| It breaks my heart, this frame of mind is painting pictures, ain’t made for art
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| 'Dre this world it’s just a stage, just play your part
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| How can you make it through the night when your days are dark?
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| Rain on my windowpane, four people I loved died in a week and a half
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| Have you ever been so hurt you sit back and you laugh?
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| See sometimes it takes courage just to walk through your fears
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| And sometimes you gotta smile just to hold back the tears
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| I wonder how much pressure these little shoulders can take
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| Feel like they bout to break like fuck it, I need a break
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| Like stop, I’m tryna brake, I’m tryna carry the weight
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| You made in the Lord’s image, you designed to be great
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| But success is like a drug and I’m losing my buzz
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| Nothing lasts, but I’m tryna make some music that does
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| From black love and black hate and black plight
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| I show the shit that they don’t show like a black light
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| What I write takes flight like the Wright Brothers
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| Where I take it they can’t measure the height, brother
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| They over like motor bikes, ain’t got a hood
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| I’ll on my worst day, they ain’t half as good
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| In the city where plenty semis will kill kids
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| Grazed memories are gone, but shit I’m still here
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| You never live to see the flowers at your funeral
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| That’s the ugly side of beautiful
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| talks about the future
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| Wasn’t fit for it, they tell me it still suit ya
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| Converse about a spot we done flew to
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| If you ain’t on my plane what’s it to ya? |
| Nigga
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| I kept pushing, they kept looking I look through ya
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| Drew Barrymore next day never knew ya
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| On a porch, my pop telling' me what’s in store
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| For every lesson I question what it’s for
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| Only look back on rear view glimpses
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| Life’s short so I take more pictures
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| Funeral’s coming faster than birthdays, I make more wishes
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| Up in these trees I ain’t helping no kittens
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| Incredibly I ain’t losing that feeling, gotta check for a
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| What if they love me more than forehead kisses, do it count though?
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| An amount so high to a new place
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| Everything good and a few great
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| Wait, wait brand new day upon us
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| Bad weather couldn’t tarnish
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| Look at what life done taught us
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| We was gonna make it regardless
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| Kind of music make the night sound gorgeous
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| Peeling off on them, sliced out oranges
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| What I’m offering is bright enough to match a lighthouse mortgage
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| Sliding and slipping like wipeout courses on this bitch
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| Who been achieving, I’m guilty gave them my Prince
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| Bitches playing like lifeguards, looking at me like squints
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| Looking at it I trip, no book feeling
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| 87 again we got that no look feeling
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| It’s no more Dodge and the ceilings
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| Sky’s the limit, these clouds gon' fill it
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| Look at what we overcame, to champagne from soda, change I had to
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| From Oakland to Chi-Town what up to Add-2
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| Record was laid I just felt I had some shit to add too
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| For the ones that work tired in a cubicle
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| Planned this years ago, looks what I done grew into
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| Walking to the beat I made a musical
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| Welcome to the ugly side of beautiful |