| Where am I going? |
| What I’m living for?
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| I rolled the dice on life so tell me what they getting for it
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| I’m three shots in, probably depressed
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| But crying about my problems ain’t gonna get me out this mess
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| Ride around playing Scarface, I’m a hard case
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| I want to die, but I’m scared of looking in God’s face
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| Popping pills and powder, trying to kill some hours
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| Cause when I’m sober, man I promise I can feel the power
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| Of death eating me slowly I’m on my way
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| Heaven or Hell? |
| Well that’s only for God to say
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| I lost some people but I never like to talk about it (nah)
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| Hard time, we go through 'em we don’t walk around 'em
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| I’m too mature to go listen to Black Hippy
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| Get trippy, smoke on the sticky, and find a Britney that’s pretty, naw
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| I know that only pacifies my problem
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| There’s something deep inside me and I can’t seem to resolve it
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| My worst days, man I just want to revolver
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| My best days I’m blinded by all this fog, huh
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| I’m in the ride looking mean, money in the jeans
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| Ladies all cling to the fabric like static
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| But in the end, you know it’s all a bad habit
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| Strangers on my Craftmatic, man we all some addicts
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| Purpose junkies trying to find who we really are
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| Hypnotized by the rims on a pretty car
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| Why?
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| Lord I know the truth, but I’m good in my lies
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| If loving this is wrong I don’t want to be right
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| It keeps pulling me down, so I look to the clouds
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| There is the devil, the devil in disguise
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| They brag about a million dollars like that’s supposed to make us whole
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| I know better, I seen Jay chase a hundred more
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| If he ain’t satisfied with it, what’s the point in running?
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| Just sit here with a blunt and watch these rappers try to stunt
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| And break necks for paychecks, if I ain’t broke
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| I’m still broken; |
| tie a noose into this tightrope
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| Then I walk and feel the hellfire on my heels
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| But I ain’t hurt enough to heal, I don’t want to kneel
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| If God’s real, I believe he became a man
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| Otherwise, ain’t no other way to understand
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| What it’s like to be me
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| What it’s like to be an outcast tempted by all the devil’s diseases
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| So if it pleases Him to rescue a fool
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| I’ll be drowning in a pool of liquor to keep cool
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| Smoking a Kool, like the old heads do
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| Call me Nat King Cole, like I’m gonna spread blue
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| Pain a pest, I been trying to smoke it out
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| But it never seems to die when I choke it out
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| I try to drink it away but my stomach swell
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| And what I’m drinking on earth, I’ll probably throw up in Hell, well
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| Jesus they say You’ll take away my cancer
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| Accept the mess of a man that I am and give me answers (please)
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| They say You died for the selfishness that I’m pursuing
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| Before I head to my ruin, turn my eyes to you
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| Six shots in and half past sober
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| I pray when I wake up the darkness will be over
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| God, I’m six shots in, half past sober
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| Pray when I wake up the darkness will be over
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| Why?
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| Lord I know the truth, but I’m good in my lies
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| If loving this is wrong I don’t want to be right
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| It keeps pulling me down, so I look to the clouds
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| There is the devil, the devil in disguise |