| I’m just tryna get through
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| Just tryna get through
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| People tryna keep me quiet
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| Scared I’ll start a riot all up in the streets
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| They don’t see me representing
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| They don’t get it
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| They don’t understand the reach
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| Slippin' in the darkness
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| Lord, I’m feelin' heartless
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| Can you help me find some peace?
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| Can’t explain what’s happenin'
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| But I’m livin' backwards in the dark where I can see
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| I’m poppin' pills to go to sleep
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| Poppin' pills to get it poppin'
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| Got a Percocet to keep the peace
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| Got a purple pill to feed the problems
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| And I’m fallin', I just might be here a while
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| So picture me wylin', I can’t lose what’s in your wallet
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| I got this picture perfect picture of a new indentured servant
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| I’m a slave to you, call me a surgeon but won’t call a surgeon
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| Well, this is an emergency
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| I’m wretched soul, got a heart of stone, need another one
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| Tryna murder me, now I’m all alone
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| Hear the serpent telling me it’s edible
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| Pray for me
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| War weighin' on my heart but I can’t fall
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| Seekin' shelter from the storm in a bank roll
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| Tell me how you keep us warm when it’s so cold
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| So sudden in the way
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| I’m just tryna get through
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| Just tryna get through
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| In '05 we was young and wylin'
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| With the ladies runnin' never got flowers
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| Told Chris if you love her, tuck her
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| 'Cause she’ll be at the crib watchin' Rush Hour
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| My daddy used Bill O’Riley
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| Show cut him like Bill O’Riley
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| And it’s cool rappin' 'bout the The Rock
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| Till you seein' your daughter lying blue on an IV
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| No lyin', that’s bad reverend
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| Southside, I’m back reppin'
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| Gave us one leg to stand on
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| And get mad when they see us half-steppin'
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| Automatic weapon, automatic reven
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| Drivin' through the streets
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| You better call a medic
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| Man my dawgs are itchen
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| Better call a vet
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| And why the God of heaven put us in this hell and
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| New rappers, that’s usual
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| Drug addict with a studio
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| It’s ODD and we OD’ing
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| Like OD, we catch a bullet for more morphine
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| And that’s empty (Montana, Montana)
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| Consume more what doesn’t fill I’m listening
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| Who got the plan?
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| Who got the plan to fix this?
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| In the valley of death, pray for me
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| In the valley of shadows, belay, belay for me
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| (Maybe the pain is a sort of message)
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| In the valley of death, pray for me
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| (You know that feeling you always try to escape)
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| In the valley of shadows
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| (Listen real close)
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| Belay for me
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| (It might be God saying)
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| Just tryna get through, through
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| Just tryna get through, through
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| Just tryna get through, through
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| War weighin' on my heart but I can’t fall
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| Seekin' shelter from the storm on this blank road
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| Tell me how you keep this warm when it’s so cold
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| So sudden in the way
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| I’m just tryna get through
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| I know you just wanna get out of the pain, you know what I’m saying
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| But there’s a lot of things this pain tryna get outta of us
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| You see the voice whispers on the mountain tops but screams in the valleys
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| Listen, because when the voice gets through
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| When the voice gets through
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| It can change the situation
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| But it also changes you |