| Until I take the last breath of my life
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| I’ll appreciate my time till I face the headlights
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| Rest in paradise, yo to all my fallen brothers
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| So many days I want to just shoot a ring to your mother
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| Say how much we miss you, but honestly
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| She still probably blames us for the issue, and thats alright
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| Cus deep down inside we know you should have been out with us that night
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| After all the slick times, smoking to flip dimes
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| Broke with a tall can but we always drink the wealth
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| Can someone please get these arrogant bastards some help
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| Cus its 51/50 when you posted with our posse
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| Rebels with a cause to paint, Salvador Dali
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| And Diego too, influenced our crew
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| Y Frida Kahlo, 'oye tus manos estan sucia' be my moto
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| Im living in tomorrow, cus todays another day wasted yo feelin' sorrow
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| And don’t forget to borrow that one last hug
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| Shoot one to your moms, show all the homies love
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| Cus soon enough, he’s gonna need another angel
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| Stripped from the earth with no pain, and feel the rain slow
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| Dancing alone, can make you remember how to sing onto the same note
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| How to sing onto the same note. |
| ya, ya. |
| on the same note
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| Fuck the physical appearence
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| Put more work into your name and how to steer it
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| Love your life never fear it
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| Try to take the strong path, and whenever you doubt yourself
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| Go ahead and play this song loud
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| Money is the maker, but what makes the man want the money?
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| Other than the materials lovely
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| Spend more time with the bees that don’t mind the honey
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| But the flowers instead, the power of friends.
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| Can outlast any weather, even after you’ve gone and up and left to heaven
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| And i promise, we’ll never, ever forget you
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| Think of all the forty’s that we drank and the hangovers we been through
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| Resurrect you through my pen fluid and if only for a couple of minutes
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| Well fuck it man lets do it, ugh.
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| And don’t worry about your name
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| We still rock them five letters up so in life you catch the fame
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| And its the same with ya son, hes still growing rockin' pumas
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| And oh ya, im still flowing.
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| As for the rest of ya brothers, we all good
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| We just wanted to say that we miss you, we love you, its all hood.
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| Ay we miss you, we love you, its all hood
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| We miss you, we love you, its all hood, yea…
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| And don’t forget to borrow that one last hug
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| Shoot one to your moms, show all the homies love
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| Cus soon enough, he’s gonna need another angel
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| Stripped from the earth with no pain, and feel the rain slow
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| So feel the rain slow, ugh. |
| the rain slow |