| This ain’t no halo over my head bitch
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| But dear God can you forgive the sinnin'
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| For everything that I did since the beginnin'
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| Because the devil around me so much
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| That you would think I got a death wish
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| Yeah, and the voices in my head get louder
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| Watchin' my career disappear like powder
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| Wish I could rewind those hours and get my life back
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| Strike that, hanging on this weed like a life jacket
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| Fuck rappin', I was really livin' everything I was spittin'
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| Bitch what’s happenin'
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| Fights daily, nights crazy dream chasin' till the drugs came
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| I was choppin' up them bitches like Jason
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| Had a motherfuckers face layin' on the cold pavement
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| Wake up take 'em now I feel sane
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| Spendin' every penny in the studio slayin'
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| Me and my mob workin' any odd job
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| Prayin' this little dream was gonna feed our babies
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| Save me Lord, save me Lord, what the fuck is this curse you gave me Lord
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| Everybody think I finally made it Lord, but all I am is now is a slave my God
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| This ain’t no halo…
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| Revelations says if people wipe every tear from their eyes than death shall be
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| no more, neither shall their be mourning nor crying nor pain anymore for the
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| former things have passed away, EST 4 Life motherfucker!
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| Put that halo around my neck, bitch
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| And give me death
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| I’m 22 and this 22 on my left, God bless
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| Maybe I’ll finally see
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| Maybe they’ll return what’s originally mine because finder’s keep
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| Maybe I will be great, and this voice of mine was designed to be the finest key
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| But, I’m losing faith, everyday they got news to break
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| Like my single flopped, and now I ain’t hot
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| And they don’t know if I’m ever gonna see the light of day
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| My labels mad or my albums bad or you ain’t livin' up to the hype we thought
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| you had
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| Or I lost a fan or I’m in cuffs again and meanwhile I ain’t there to be my
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| daughters dad
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| Fuck! |
| what’s left for me? |
| because I don’t ever want to become a celebrity
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| I don’t want anyone to feel less than me so put your camera down and stand next
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| to me
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| Right here, EST, everyone stand together
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| And if I ever RIP than I know everything I stand for’s forever, lace up!
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| This ain’t no halo…
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| And when you play this song, hold your head high, motherfucker, don’t ever look
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| down, be comfortable with who you are, our flaws are what makes us perfect |