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No sobriety
(Solo: Axel)
Nobody thinks about tomorrow
The good times never stop
Under the summer sky,
Getting really high
We'll go on drinking

To climb out of this well thats been stitched into my skin
Carved in the forearm "gone fishing"
I try not to vomit these brand new Oreos
Bought by an nb in

could never be a victim, but the streets I endorsed it
Spittin that real, y'all cowards just cough it
Like fluids in my lungs, motherfucker I'm more sick

Tomorrow's a brand new day

And this moment will be gone

in staying sober
I'm still sad, just growing older
Growing tired of this demon by my side
Drink me to death
Cut me a line

Would I be a fool to say

at my peers now
Things I had to let go
I'm facing all my fears now
Never had a father figure
Mother had to teach me
I did it by my lonely baby
The feeling

Ill Street Blues

Kool G Rap

Hip Hop Forever

1998

sidekick 
 What's up, black? Give his hand a smack 
 Up pulls a Cadillac, yo baby we'll be back 
 Jumped right on inside, not too many people saw us

retention, extension the brand honest
If Jesus sells, what the hell, you could be a goddess
Quan the man with branding I got Rich Homie diamonds
Know we're

another party at the North County Jail
Tomorrow he'll be sober, she'll be posting his bail
He'll surf along the couches until she welcomes him back
Tossing

on whoever out there tryna stop me
I get that bag Gucci Prada flag
Catch me in Japan with a mask
I be in the dark scheming with my mans
Cop it by the bow, blow

When I'm laying in my bed or going though the motions
I'm haunted by a ghost, drained of these emotions 
I'm sitting on a beach, staring at the ocean

have to be alone you'll have us bros waiting and contemplating on how you're doing and what choices you've made and how amazed we'll be at the man we'll

Ill Street Blues

Kool G Rap

Greatest Hits

2002

sidekick 
 What's up, black? Give his hand a smack 
 Up pulls a Cadillac, yo baby we'll be back 
 Jumped right on inside, not too many people saw us

itching to kill
So you better hold fast or it'll be your blood I spill

Well I've never been a stranger to drinking away my sorrows
But bloody fist

the feeling's mutual, don't you love consensual beginnings
I'm a different person with vodka in me
Will tomorrow's sober version taste just as sweet
I'll ask you

Know you not the one but for tonight I might just play pretend
No, I'm not gon know you by tomorrow through a sober lens
Look me in my eyes I know you

hold you safe and near
We can hear your voice from the other room
Give us just a moment we’ll be there soon
The stretch and the sigh of those tired eyes

Pick up the phone 
Baby call me I’m on my own 
Maybe I’m better all alone  
I don’t like feeling this alone 
I better be 

Pick up my soul
Baby you

These Are the Daze

Trick Daddy

Thug Matrimony: Married to the Streets

2004

(no way)
So, go 'head for what you know
Cause a lil' childhood fight's alright, but that's as far as it goes
Cause tomorrow we'll be best of friends

Out in the distant horizon awaiting me
There’s a new world I yearn to see
Marching ahead, never dwelling on yesterday
‘cuz tomorrow’s a brand new

breeze in your face
Long road til we reach to this peace
This peace
Summer splendor by golden sun

[Chorus]
Why can’t see
We are where we are meant to be

no bluff
Tuff
He gon' wet the spot up, imma hit her up tomorrow
Got that bitch comin' up to me she be cryin' by tomorrow uh
Time and time again toxic

A hundred times I've read it 
If I could drive I'd race all night
To be where you are by tomorrow 
But here I sit 
Drinking through my sorrow

Well if

getting hazy where the hell did you go

We don't get along
But we'll make it out alive
Cuz I be drinking Champaign alone on the weekend
Days go by and life