| It’s my addiction, though
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| Huh?
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| Let me tell you 'bout the pain in them broken homes (In them broken homes)
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| Let me tell you 'bout the flesh wounds and broken bones (I'm talkin' broken
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| bones)
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| Let me tell you 'bout the absence of a rolling stone (Nigga talkin' 'bout it)
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| Mama said he wanna leave, then let that nigga go
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| Shout out SSI 'cause them the checks that we been livin' on
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| Fuck the IRS, that half a ticket that they hit me for
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| I’m sippin' slow
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| Told the world I quit, it’s hard to kick it, though
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| Least I don’t promote it on the 'Gram, this my addiction, though
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| It numb the pain that I be goin' through, who are you to judge?
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| I miss you, Brenda Usher, without you, I been secluded, love
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| These people use your love against you, they abuse your love
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| She been abused by all these men in the pursuit of love
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| We suited up
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| Never mind the peons who ain’t do enough
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| Compassion for the hopeless and the homeless 'cause they been through enough
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| Right there on the ave with the killers before I knew enough
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| I just bought a truck for my daughters and bulletproofed 'em up
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| Yeah
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| Elevated my hustle
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| Off the muscle, a different day, different struggle
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| Can’t be complacent, I blue face up the duffle
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| Duckin' them cases, God was makin' me humble
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| I had to beat the streets, bitch, I play for keeps
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| Enemies close, watch the company I keep
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| I ain’t perfect, but I work on that at least, uh
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| I ain’t perfect, I been hurtin', let me be, yeah
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| Beat the streets, ayy, bitch, I play for keeps
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| Enemies close, watch the company I keep
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| I ain’t perfect, but I work on that at least, uh
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| I ain’t perfect, I been hurtin', let me be, yeah
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| I would love to see you on, but now to each his own (But now to each his own)
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| Many symptoms of depression, I can’t reach the phone (I can’t reach the phone)
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| Baby left when I fell off, now she won’t leave me 'lone (Ayy, she won’t leave
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| me 'lone)
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| Who you know that signed for M’s and got to keep his soul? |
| (Huh?)
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| It was roaches in the Apple Jacks, wouldn’t eat at home
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| Mama managing McDonald’s, hardly be at home
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| I’m returning to the slums to get my people right
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| Them people undefeated, in them courts, it ain’t no equal fight
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| I told him keep his head up, it’ll be aight (It'll be aight)
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| He asked my why Allah took twenty-three to life (Took twenty-three to life)
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| When they ask me where I’m from, I’ll always be precise (Yeah)
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| And if I middleman the play, then I’m gon' tweak the price
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| On Jesus Christ
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| Retaliation help me sleep at night
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| And that lil' time I did in county offered peace of mind
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| Keep in mind
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| Every time I slid was for the hood behalf
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| Sentimental 'bout it, disrespect it, I’ma cook his ass
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| Yeah
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| Elevated my hustle
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| Off the muscle, a different day, different struggle
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| Can’t be complacent, I blue face up the duffle
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| Duckin' them cases, God was makin' me humble
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| I had to beat the streets, bitch, I play for keeps
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| Enemies close, watch the company I keep
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| I ain’t perfect, but I work on that at least, uh
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| I ain’t perfect, I been hurtin', let me be, yeah
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| Beat the streets, ayy, bitch, I play for keeps
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| Enemies close, watch the company I keep
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| I ain’t perfect, but I work on that at least, uh
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| I ain’t perfect, I been hurtin', let me be, yeah |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song I Ain't Perfect , by - Mozzy. Song from the album Beyond Bulletproof, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп