| Fake smile on my face, feeling suicidal, safety off of my gun
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| Can’t tell it was real or a cry for help but I feel like if I don’t make one
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| I’ma follow through, my girl gonna follow suit cause she tries every time I’m
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| gone
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| Last tour, she done slit her wrists and this time she done OD’d, blacked out,
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| and broke her arm
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| Feel bad, lyin' to her bout the coke I done
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| The doc said if I keep drinking Coke and Crown, I won’t make it to see 38
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| Then I’m wasted again on the floor in the hotel room
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| With puke stains on the drapes and the carpet
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| Gotta call at eight o’clock in the morning
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| Said my boy took the keys to my car and drove it through the front door of an
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| Exxon and
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| Cops came and, locked him up, they said they had a warrant
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| Now I’m spending all my tour money on his lawyer
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| Lord if, this is you sending us a warning
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| I hear it loud and clear and please God I swear
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| I won’t ignore it anymore
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| This type of torment is torture, but show us a way
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| On my knees and I’m screaming to God and I heard him say
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| He told me when it rains it pours
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| And I can hear the pouring rain
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| It feels just like a hurricane just came right outside my window
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| Woah-oh
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| But one day when the rain is gone
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| The thunder from the storm rolls on
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| I woke up and I seen the sun and it shine right inside my window
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| And it feels like
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| Euphoria
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| Some kid just sent a DM to me
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| And told me everything I rap about
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| Feel like it happened to him identically
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| That he was listening to Misery Loves Company
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| And Wishin, Rittz I feel just like you
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| Im tryna rap and I’m flunkin' school
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| The only thing I really care about in this world
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| Is my girl and she been fucking with another dude
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| And I was hoping maybe you would tell me what to do
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| I’m tryna make it with the scraps that I have
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| Working fast for the stack of some cash
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| But its like I’m losing the enthusiasm I have
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| Trying to master the craft as a rapper
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| All I hear is laughter just got in a scrap with my dad
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| He hit me in the eye and he blackened it bad
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| All I ever wanted from him was a pat on the back
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| And I bet if I was dead he’d be glad
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| Hit him back so relax, this how life works
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| When you feel like you sitting at the bottom; |
| You not
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| To get better, shit gets worse first
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| Gotta reverse the negative vibe
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| Keep praying to God. |
| I don’t believe in a made up curse
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| Told him that I prayed to the Lord
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| And he said these words
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| He told me when it rains it pours
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| And I can hear the pouring rain
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| It feels just like a hurricane just came right outside my window
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| Woah-oh
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| But one day when the rain is gone
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| The thunder from the storm rolls on
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| I woke up and I seen the sun and it shine right inside my window
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| And it feels like
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| Euphoria
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| Euphoria
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| We keep pourin' up
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| A big enormous cup
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| Of Crown Royal
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| Puff another joint and trust
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| You’re gonna hoist me up
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| When the devil wanna stick a
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| Pitchfork in us
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| Or wanna burn us in a furnace till we boil up
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| Beggin' The Lord above
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| To show remorse for us
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| We was born in a metamorphosis
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| Formed in something far less unfortunate
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| We absorbed enough pain to push the rush
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| Through our veins like a sting from a scorpion
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| We ashamed ‘cause we can’t afford the stuff
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| We wanna buy hard to find some form of love
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| Or find a formula, of course sure enough
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| You in a rut now
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| Layin' on the floor in cuffs
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| They say the storm is comin'
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| But the lightning shoulda never fucked with us
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| 'Cause they told me —
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| He told me when it rains it pours
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| And I can hear the pouring rain
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| It feels just like a hurricane just came right outside my window
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| Woah-oh
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| But one day when the rain is gone
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| The thunder from the storm rolls on
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| I woke up and I seen the sun and it shine right inside my window
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| And it feels like
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| Euphoria |