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Cause I can do bad all by myself
I don't need no help
The days over and done
Its just a matter of if I leave you now
Maybe you will recognize the good you

as father and son

Maybe a bumpy ride
We'll make it side by side
Good afternoon, I'll be your travel guide
Moreover, Laddie, Make room for Daddy Gotta
Whole

the chit-chat wouldn't want the whiplash
Come back when you really are a big-man
Thinner than a tin can, Yeah, you're sick man
Not in a good way either,

to Nate Dogg
Got a call from "What's her name" just the other day
But she can take that fine ass and head the other way
Cause I'm not falling back to all

lake that we swam in felt just like a raging sea

Shooting stars were still good for wishing on
And old appliance boxes took us straight up to the moon

to the bottom
I wallow in sorrows, by the start of tomorrow
New drug ill be tweaked to my peak off some shit
Sell all this pain stop, I pour up this rik
Houso

the bedroom, you stand there
Sexy as ever then let down your hair
You can't wait, the pressure builds up to shocks
You're about to be loved by the man Freddie

Drying up in conversation still
My head was halfway round the world
Working through your sleeping hours
Driven by the promise of a quick return
And I

still
As they hide In their own little world
Is It a passion, for limelight that's growing cold
Lackluster fashion, is their style getting old
Into

goofball gimmicks
This for my patnas kickin back and got they coupe all tinted
Or prolly steer that old school like its a newborn in it
Forever G in nike

tell them I'm ok, but never all good
Empty and vast inside, I'm deserted, I feel like I'm giving off negative vibes
No longer a shell but more like

to the top of a near by mountain range so he can isolate and clear his mind
That sounds nice
The next day I went to the chicken spot with the ladies
I remember

a breather and I can't move on either 'cause[02:04.71]I still know how much I need her[02:21.43]Driving by our old apartment[02:25.53]I hear thunder I see

Got some shit up on my chest
I wanna get out now
Spent a lot of time thinking
Bout it by myself
But honestly it's something that
Really just needs

passes by
As the smoke floats higher
I stay high, bitch don't ask me why
Bitch this is my life
I'm alright, I be smoking right
All day and night
I'm

the world is burning 
After all is said and done 
We all we got, while the world keeps turning, while the world keeps turning
Another day another morning

out his glory
Let's have a methozine parade
Going up by elevate copy swag, they recreate
Pockets need to lose weight
Don't try us we retaliate
Retaliate

of stuffin'
Just twenty feet of rope and a pocket full of nothin'
Drovin' all over this land
Well the days get hot and the night get chilly
You sit by the fire

I'll never forget the days we used to play the block
Trapping out the hooptie man we spent a lot and made a lot
Blasting beats, I knew what's good

nuh need dat 

I'm on good vibes 
She waa know what the hood like 
The real one's who I stood by
Couple ygs on a pushbike 
We ain't gnna treat dem like

trends
I get ahold of beats and turn 'em into greatest hits
It's took
Look
When I get on this shit
They say I give 'em throwbacks
They say I sound like old

I reread our messages 
And I stuck for days
With a couple of bottles that emptied by itself

I get caught in good old words
And I've not forgotten

collapse
There's no one talk to, so I spill in my raps
I'm missing the old me somebody bring him back
In search of anyone sharing these feeling I have damn

Ghost on the wind of an old, familiar friend
Creeps like the shadows down the canyon. 
And evening grows still as if any sound could kill
The last