| Every night I wake up, 3 in the mornin'
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| Insomnia keeps a little nigga zonin'
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| Thanks to you B, I can finally see the light
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| Cause I don’t think they wanna know
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| What’s on the other side
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| Darkness, but this ain’t as dark as it gets
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| Laugh at them when they thought a nigga lost his wit
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| It’s ok now cause it all seems legit
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| But it’s awfully not
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| And your probably full of shit
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| Thank you for the light
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| Now I’m draped in all black
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| With an empty Jack bottle and with a logo on my hat
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| Always and forever, just know I got your back
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| I will die for you homie just to put it like that
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| Nothing here is fake so deep down you know
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| There’s no limit I won’t go If I have to let it show
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| Words can’t express how I feel
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| Pain will linger, some wounds never heal
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| Because I’m living in a world where the sun don’t shine
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| And the sound of a shot might blow a nigga’s mind
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| If you really wanna know (If you really wanna know)
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| If you really wanna know (I don’t think you wanna know)
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| Because I’m living in a world where the sun don’t shine
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| And the sound of a shot might blow a nigga’s mind
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| If you really wanna know (If you really wanna know)
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| If you really wanna know (I don’t think you wanna know)
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| See I remember when we first met
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| Middle school thumpin'
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| Biggest homie on the block
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| Only one dunkin'
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| Mushroom cut on a six foot frame
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| Stretched out colored tee
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| With a barbecue stain
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| Yes Big B I remember those days
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| They will never leave me Or lead me astray
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| I fight and I feel your pain
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| But no matter what I do This shit will not go away!
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| I wish that it would all go away!
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| I wish god would listen every time that I pray
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| I’m speechless but there’s so much to say
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| Every day is a blessin' but I’m living in the shade
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| And hope is all I got left
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| How can I be alive when I have to greet death
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| Everything ripe rots
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| I guess it is what it is It just ain’t what you thought
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| Now I’m haunted by nightmares from the past
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| Like the time we got drunk to go ride in the van
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| Swervin' in and out of lanes
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| With your foot on the gas
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| Full speed down the street
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| Lost control then crashed
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| And all I can see was broken glass
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| I was sprawled on the pavement layed out pitch black
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| I woke up saw your face on the dash
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| Heard you yell my name but I was out so fast
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| Now there’s nothing in life we can’t cope with
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| I don’t give a fuck about a doctor’s diagnosis
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| Paranoid skitzo, manic depression
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| Can not hold back a candid confession
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| To you B comin' truly from the heart
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| I’ll be there till the end
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| Cause you were there from the start
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| From a brotha to anotha
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| You’ll never have to suffer
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| Cause you will always have your brothas |