Lyrics:
out, it's how they do it nigga
Huh! Huh!
You niggas don't believe in God
From this very moment, you should believe in God
Half of my niggas
Car full of choppers and everybody quiet
A car full of goons and everybody certified
And if you froze up last time you can't ride
It's goin? down
Married half a century life is too short
Trying to hold it all together
It's gone before you know it
But tonight could last forever
I wrote it out on paper
source of food last?
Keeping yourself alive as you're force-fed your own flesh
If you don't eat up, you're truly dead meat
Legs turned to stumps,
bring you home
Did you think that we were going to last
Honey you know you don't have to answer that
Half of that was my kind of joke
I don't
life is really something you get lost in
I know niggas that got famous and they bought friends
I had friends that only had half of they heart in
It's
fast or slow
They go like the last light of the sun, all in a blaze
And all you see is glory
Hey but it gets lonely there when there's no one here
yourself stuck in a moment
And you can't get out of it
I was unconscious, half asleep
The water is warm 'til you discover how deep
I wasn't jumping,
Pushing so hard it seems my body's finally breaking down
I am suppose to be half hearted cause you're still around
Please tell the something's
I heard your voice in Echo Park last night
I wasn't sure how many times it rang out through the night
I felt the breeze and the hearts through
Speeding fast in the whip from our last fight
Remember shit from my past like it was last night
Last thing I saw were the tears dripping
Such a sad
And if she gets unruly, thinks she don't wan' do
And if she gets unruly and thinks she don't wan' do
Take my 32-20, now, and cut her half in two
She
you're single again and you're thinking of me
You know, I got that same old Tennessee
6-1-5 that you used to hit up
Half past where you at pick me up
of you
Life's fulfilling right now
(Half to six bout another dime)
Thanks for fixing the house
(Pass the drink but another time)
It's the friends that we
apartment
Half-empty Hennessy bottles and condoms on the carpet
Half a bag of cocaine on the counter by my Smith & Wesson
Misdirected I gripped the weapon
Xannies (grah)
Half of my homies addicts (nah)
The check gon' bounce, you cash it (yeah)
You let a scammer crack it (scammer)
She'll let me get in her
touched while I lived
And I hope I leave
Half as much love behind
When it's my time
So I followed that last car
Down to the church
Took off my ball
in ropes
Half don't have a daddy at home, half doing dope
Habitat and hazard, they having stones
Niggas hassling, running homes
Like a habit but
It's tragic; you tried to cut yourself in half,
But this isn't magic; in fact it's something much more dark, or more dramatic
Self harm, that's what
Empty parking lot, half a cigarette
I got it off the ground so it's a little wet
I'm on the south side walking sideways
I got too drunk again
I'm alone in the dark writing my last letter
I'm alone in the dark writing my last letter
High as a muthafucka now I feel better
High as a muthafucka
We spent July in a Berkeley basement,
Half read books, and bold declarations.
There was so much I didn't believe in
And then, there was you.
You
this sea of lonely
The taste of ink is getting old
It's four o' clock in the fucking morning
Each day gets more and more like the last day
Still I
this sea of lonely
The taste of ink is getting old
It's four o' clock in the fucking morning
Each day gets more and more like the last day
Still I
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