| «No, you know what I mean—I get confused too, in this type of situation
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| sometimes one gets confused»
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| «No, you know what I mean—I get confused too, in this type of situation
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| sometimes one gets confused»
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| Mistakes are bound to happen
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| «I'm so confused!
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| I don’t know what to do—I think I’m going insane!»
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| Yo, living in these times of life is getting hectic
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| We got to find a method to survive the head-trips
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| I wonder every day if this was how it was meant to be
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| Looking at society, police always eying me
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| Plus my girlfriend keeps trying me (where the fuck you going?)
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| She thinks she can buy me
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| To cover up the lyin see
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| Pretty soon she’s gonna be crying see
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| When I have to tell her about these kids on the way from these other broads
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| Shit’s about to get off
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| Everybody makes mistakes it’s just that
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| Some make more than others
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| A statistic like crackhead mothers
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| A bank rob/throw victims in the gutters
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| Drinking Night Train then pumping needles in their veins
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| Trying to maintain while the rich weight gain
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| The situation’s from taking the wrong path
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| It’ll lead you to your doom from not doing the math
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| Am I confused or
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| Yo, my nigga used to be a breakdancer
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| But now he’s lying up dying of cancer
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| Doctors can’t find the answer
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| He used to smoke mad cigarettes
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| Nigga get like three packs a day and straight smoke em away
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| Now he gotta pay what a way to go out
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| Wasn’t about the game on the sneak getting the ho out
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| The sister copped AIDS from going raw skin
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| She still hoin' the pastor monk’s men
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| Lookin' all fly but you can’t tell from the size of the thighs
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| Waiting for you is a deadly surprise
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| My niggas ain’t listening still
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| Cause y’all blinded
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| You got your mind washed
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| Always thinkin' one-sided
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| Am I confused or |