| I’m nothing but a low life
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| Thinking 'bout my own life
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| I can’t help myself from falling
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| Can’t help myself from falling
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| I’m nothing but a low life
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| Thinking 'bout my own life
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| I’m trying to fight the good old fight
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| But after it all, I’m still just a low life
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| Wanna be a better man, but it’s a hard life
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| Without that love inside you, it’s a cold bind
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| And I started to reflect on all that’s been before
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| You start to wonder, but you, but you can’t be sure
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| Now please tell me I’m broke
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| It’s much easier that way cause I just let you down
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| It’s much easier that way
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| I’m nothing but a low life
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| Thinking 'bout my own life
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| I can’t help myself from falling
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| Can’t help myself from falling
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| I’m nothing but a low life
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| Thinking 'bout my own life
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| I’m trying to fight the good old fight
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| But after it all, I’m still just a low life
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| A low life was my uncle when he hit that crystal
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| That glass pipe and that rock had him toting pistols
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| He was higher than a missile with a dozen issues
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| And every time he cried, he never reached for tissue
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| Attention seeking, sneaking, screeching when he sneaking leaving
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| My grandma hid the hammer from him, he be out there beefing
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| Always lying, don’t believe him
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| He be out there thieving
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| On the corners chiefing, middle finger to policemen
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| Always telling mama he just got a new job
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| So he could get some dollars for a metro card
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| He just get a 40 oz, now he livin' large
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| He even took my bike and sold it, man I swear to God
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| I’m still just a low life
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| Nothing but a low life
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| I can’t help myself from falling
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| I can’t help myself from falling
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| I’m nothing but a low life (nothing but a low life)
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| Thinking 'bout my own life (thinking 'bout my own life)
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| I’m trying to fight the good old fight
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| But after it all, I’m still just a low life |