I'm sipping liquor for the pain, pouring liquor for the slainNothing else can do the trick like hard liquor to the brainFall victim to the game, all this money we spentIn my mind trynna figure where these twenty Gs wentMaybe I should slow it down, maybe take the pace slowSecond thought I think I need to speed it up and make moreTime to build, legoIn the Ville laid low, counting daysstill waiting on that shit I prayed forI ungrateful? Want it all so quickFeel a vibrate-hold up, I gotta call, old bitchHow she get my new shit? I swear this city too smallType of chick won't take her shirt off cause her tities too smallI can give a damn girl, lift up that pretty blue braNow I'm in it deep, seeing just how pretty you areAnd that kitty go hardLord, I'm up in that, got that type of kitty catthat make a nigga double backType of shit that make a nigga wanna fall in love with thatAt the door with a towel on and nothingunder that, saying WelcomeI let these words flow out, like water from a sproutLike rain from the clouds, rush the pain from the crowdsCause these words go deep, from my soul when I speakThen the flow hits the souls of all those that I reachIf I die before I wake, hope my songs live onWill they miss me when I'm gone? - And if so, for how long?So much shit is on my brain, try hard to maintainSit and analysis my thought sometimesand wonder if I'm saneMan, it's hard to trust friendswhen the paranoia blends with the marijuanaWonder would this high ever endSwear I never smoke again, ya'll niggas blow the weedlet me take another shot, Men this liquor is all I needJust to put me in the zone, so far away from homeNobody truly know me got me feeling so aloneThey wonder what's on my mindwhat's lingering in my domeI tell em ain't nothing wrong, I deal with it on my ownI deal with it on my own
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I'm sipping liquor for the pain, pouring liquor for the slain
Nothing else can do the trick like hard liquor to the brain
Fall victim to the game, all this money we spent
In my mind trynna figure where these twenty Gs went
Maybe I should slow it down, maybe take the pace slow
Second thought I think I need to speed it up and make more
Time to build, lego
In the Ville laid low, counting days
still waiting on that shit I prayed for
I ungrateful? Want it all so quick
Feel a vibrate-hold up, I gotta call, old bitch
How she get my new shit? I swear this city too small
Type of chick won't take her shirt off cause her tities too small
I can give a damn girl, lift up that pretty blue bra
Now I'm in it deep, seeing just how pretty you are
And that kitty go hard
Lord, I'm up in that, got that type of kitty cat
that make a nigga double back
Type of shit that make a nigga wanna fall in love with that
At the door with a towel on and nothing
under that, saying Welcome
I let these words flow out, like water from a sprout
Like rain from the clouds, rush the pain from the crowds
Cause these words go deep, from my soul when I speak
Then the flow hits the souls of all those that I reach
If I die before I wake, hope my songs live on
Will they miss me when I'm gone? - And if so, for how long?
So much shit is on my brain, try hard to maintain
Sit and analysis my thought sometimes
and wonder if I'm sane
Man, it's hard to trust friends
when the paranoia blends with the marijuana
Wonder would this high ever end
Swear I never smoke again, ya'll niggas blow the weed
let me take another shot, Men this liquor is all I need
Just to put me in the zone, so far away from home
Nobody truly know me got me feeling so alone
They wonder what's on my mind
what's lingering in my dome
I tell em ain't nothing wrong, I deal with it on my own
I deal with it on my own
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