Lyrics:
I'ma die young
Never thought that I'd see twenty one
A couple times I probably should've died by mixing drugs
A couple times I probably should've died
this world with a grain of salt
Jesus gave me a wake up call
"It's 3 a.m." she said, "Who are you, Matchbox 20?"
She said, "Are you getting rest?"
headlights
20/20 hindsight
Sometimes I wish I could crash and burn
Crash and burn
And I never ever felt so lonely
Crash and burn
Can't look them in
A hundred years after that…fucked
A hundred years after you get free you still getting fucked out of jobs
And shot at by police you see what I'm saying
Cuz
So many years searching grand enlightment
I am just a psychogon
My churches will burn down today
I´m just a golem lord some
Yeah, yeah, I done got 20 bands in my casket, hope I can buy me a way out of hell
I got like 20 days before i'm passing hope I can wish all my family
2.0
It's a second chance (Second)
Ruled by Al Capone
I'm not like Hitler (Hit)
I'm popping on the Gram but I don't use Twitter
I feel like I'm Hamilton
Touched by the hand of God
Yeah I'm special nigga
Its twenty four hours a day
Can't let it fade away
Without grinding til the Sun Burn out (whoo)
I was
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be sinking, sink or burn
Sink or burn eye eye
And I know by what he had said to me twenty years ago
Sinking to the bottom, we gonna get that paper
She
Know, there's danger in the lesson learned
Slow down before you crash and burn
These my day-ones I'm surrounded by
So everyone you see me with is
knahmsayin?
Peace to the Gods, we got a heavy job... Yo, yo
Trouble follows behind a wicked mind, 20/20 vision
Of the prism of light but still blind
witches
Twenty-five sistas pussies with blisters we burn'em in rivers
Saviors of pimps and concubines
Have you ever asked yourself will you fuck Marilyn
got jammed up, kept discussin' business on the phone
Scotty turkey bags, boy, we burn up zips
Two-hundred bands off them twenty dollar burn up flips
gone for the day, I'm by myself
Buckets of throw up are next to my computer
Hoping that they show up 'cause what I'm about to do to 'em
Would make
Know what's that
But no pigs I burn barns
Sippin dp
I don't cap
That's not me
Not it ain't free
Nigga fuck you
Pay me
20 2-0
Nigga that be for me
20
a take, twenty eight then I make
Twenty nine, by then, I'll have a Grammy
Show up in my jammies, bring the whole family
Then dirty thirty, I'll be feeling
Yo! What we telling them
This nigga crazy
Brrr
Yah
Yah
Yah
Yah
I just need 20 seconds to fuckup the beat and fuck up the instrumental
To scatter
she wants it's desire[04:20.98]Only desire, only desire[04:24.72]Lately I feel like a liar[04:27.72]Burn at the stake set on fire[04:30.75]Truth in
97 born was a blessing 20-something years, no direction
Can't waste my energy stressing This the type of shit that I'm destined
97 born was
It's inevitable by the way we talk
And the way we walk
In the pouring rain
When he's not at home
Baby, we're alone
I'm hoping that you stay
Painting
various
I gave that bitch $20,000 for charity
Counted me out and I'm back, and I'm havin' it, ayy
I'm from the trenches where I had to get it
I'm so
Imma grant all her wishes
Crazy 'bout all her business
Imma burn all those witches
Take away all yo bitches
Young g's wanna waste money on hoes
I
I ain't even 20 I been here before the '20s
I want it all and believe me I want plenty more
I'm on a mission of living life galore
I'm on a mission
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