| Now I’m tryna tell you
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| Every time you crying, I’ma be able to hear you
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| I feel you
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| You know what I’m saying?
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| 'Cause in the thug paradise, we tote fire
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| It ain’t no island, but my heart get tired
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| I just be smiling 'cause I’m tryna keep from crying
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| Yeah, they don’t never hear me crying (James about that check, boy)
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| Why the fuck I’m talking? |
| Ain’t nobody tryna hear me
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| You ain’t never been no target, so much people tried to kill me
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| I’m like, «Listen to my heart, bae,"it ain’t even beating
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| Tryna send this to my dog, bae, he ain’t even breathing
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| Tryna take it somewhere far away where they can’t even see me
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| Shorty, I was in this dark place, you probably couldn’t even see me
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| I’m just living out my dog days, I can’t be no pussy
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| Always see my flaws, bae, I’m wondering how I’m looking
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| 'Cause this shit be ugly and pretty
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| How you love without me? |
| You can’t even love with me
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| But I forever got you, that’s just something that come with me
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| If they don’t never got you, you can always come with me (Why?)
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| 'Cause in the thug paradise, we tote fire
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| It ain’t no island, but my heart get tired
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| I just be smiling 'cause I’m tryna keep from crying
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| Yeah, they don’t never hear me crying
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| Tryna see paradise, want all my niggas shine
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| Ain’t no booty life, with a gangster, come and vibe
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| When she hold me tight, might not make it past tonight
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| Yeah, I’ll probably make it to paradise |