| I don’t know
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| Craziest thing I ever wrote: Scotty, man, love yourself
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| It ain’t real happiness ain’t wealth
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| No you ain’t had much help, but never did you complain
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| And I can see the qustions flowin' 'round in your brain
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| Why such and such do you dirty? |
| Why it took you so long?
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| You play it off so good I hear the pain through your song
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| See, I watch all of your struggles and I can see what’s insid
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| Sacrifice for this music, the family time is divided
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| Lately you don’t get excited, man I been peepin' you need to get you more
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| sleepin'
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| Internally you been beefin' with self, like every weekend
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| Just keep your balance, homie, most of this shit distraction
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| Know you battlin' with self, cause I can tell how you actin' sometimes
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| I wanna run into your arms and lock hearts, it’s by far
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| Only thing I ran from in this life and cop cars (cop cars)
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| I had hop broads to drop bras and lock jaws (lock jaws)
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| But that shit never filled my heart
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| How the fuck you teach me how to love everything in this cold world? |
| (You) |
| How the fuck you teach me how to love everything in this cold world? |
| (You)
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| How the fuck you teach me how to love everything in this cold world? |
| (You oh)
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| How the fuck you teach me how? |
| (Teach me how)
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| Baby, I don’t know how
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| Yeah
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| Cold world
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| Taught me how to stand up for myself and be a man
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| A lotta shit wasn’t in the plan, but now I understand
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| You gave a nigga all the free game I could handle
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| Still lighten candles I miss you
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| Wakin' up in cold sweats, face deep in tissues, got issues
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| Seems like these fuckin' pain killers help a nigga cope
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| In this cold world without a coat, I pop a couple and float
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| No joke, against the odds and the rules I’m on a mission
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| Only so much mama could teach a nigga, but I listened
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| My sons will never see none of the shit that I saw
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| I’ma give 'em everything I never had, startin' with a dad
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| And I learned from every mistake you made, holdin' on there forever
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| But I taught myself how to deal with the weather
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| Cold world
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| I wanna run into your arms and lock hearts, it’s by far |
| Only thing I ran from in this life and cop cars (cop cars)
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| I had hop broads to drop bras and lock jaws (lock jaws)
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| But that shit never filled my heart
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| How the fuck you teach me how to love everything in this cold world? |
| (You)
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| How the fuck you teach me how to love everything in this cold world? |
| (You)
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| How the fuck you teach me how to love everything in this cold world? |
| (You oh)
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| How the fuck you teach me how? |
| (Teach me how)
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| Baby, I don’t know how |