| Lord I’m sorry, I’m tired
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| God I’m tired, God I’m tired
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| Don’t nobody know what it is, don’t nobody know it’s like
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| I’m livin today thru tommorrow and I know I ain’t gon' make it
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| Livin today thru tommorrow while yesterday was cursed
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| I put the pistol in my mouth and yell fuck the earth
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| I worked for food stamps without the book instead of helping me
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| Or blessing me my niggas below, I thank my niggas
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| And Tommy Hill can’t help me figure a damn thang
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| Less than frontin me a pound of weed or some cocaine
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| I had got to the same conclusion that Uncle Sam made
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| Don’t touch the dope but know it’s movin'
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| And if it’s proven what I’m doin’s gonna hurt to the hustle
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| That’s on the muscle this whole motherfuckin world is trouble
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| When I don’t laugh took the color
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| Took the color blind while toatin dimes and my nut sack full time
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| I’m grindin playa, damn askin momma may I
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| I’m writin fire bet you wanna fuck up nigga start gettin high
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| I rely on my mother nature, quarter to break her
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| Gotta show her I appreciate her, with all these haters
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| That be constantly surrounding me, nowhere to go
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| So I smoke some weed and drink some mo'
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| Now they my friends and I been in a bunch of crazy moods
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| God please excuse quick to race because I love to loose
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| Yeah I’m the loser
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| God I can’t take this no more, I can’t take this no more
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| I’m sorry, I can’t take this no more (*gun goes off*)
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| Livin today thru tommorrow while yesterday was cursed
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| I put the pistol in my
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| Mouth and yell fuck the earth
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| Livin today thru tommorrow while yesterday was
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| Cursed
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| I put the pistol in my mouth, put the pistol in my mouth
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| Now see the thouhgts of what you showin me
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| A empty picture as I beg the world for everything
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| Never could get a piece of this american dream
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| (I took a nap) I took a nap when I wake up the same thang
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| Back in trap, shootin craps without shootin guns man that’s my life
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| They say that I’m the son of God, I thinkin twice
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| The price of the leather see and I don’t speak
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| As I preach keep the pistol in my reach
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| Cuz niggas crazy, look at how this doja made me man I don’t sweat
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| Playin russian roulette with the tech place yo bet
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| Love let the devil kill me (I'll be okay)
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| Cuz I’m gone have to die any fuckin way why not today |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Livin' Today Thru..., artist - Pastor Troy. Album song We Ready I Declare War, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп