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Trust In Me (Album)
by HERC GTH
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I need it, I need it Miley got time speeding
Turn mornings into evenings Up and down in the deep end
Only Xanads get me sleeping Sell a thousand pills on the weekend
Oh, it's Thursday, I'm the weekend XO's trip with more of those
I'll be five up when the weekend's Been up four days when the street end
To be a boss, they done tax the cost Touch TDC on technicalities
Niggas don't sleep cause of nightmares Some more afraid of reality
On the run, they can't have it easy Seen 30 cops at my momma house
Another five to my lawyer I'll be 30 up by the summer though
It's a juggerthon All money in on this marathon
Cause we love to hustle You know it's real, I embrace the struggle
Gotta break it down just to grow the muscle Might break it down and see all the profit
Cocaine, music, shout out to Gotti I think the drugs got me out my body
Fake love got me out my body Bad bad, just the people change
Man, it feels strange, can't trust nobody I think the drugs got me out my body
The fake love got me out my body Bad bad, just the people change
Yeah, it feels strange, can't trust nobody
Oh, we, what a world we live in
And trust is the truest measure of love Forever you can trust in me
I can't feel shit, voice keep tellin' me to kill shit
Can't stop poppin' these pills and smokin' like I ain't still on paper
And my pistol smokin' cause I know I still got haters
And I'm too solid, tryna get within And instead of win, you gotta kill all traitors
I ain't the same, I been out my body Hope he beat the case
And shot somebody, this forever thing Tatted on my body, you ain't gotta ask
You know how I'm rockin', startin' to feel like Pac Or Kobe Bryant with the rock
But I still got dope in my socks And pleasure leads to ballin
Whether or not I'm a jock Groupie, groupie love winnin
Pussy poppin' on the headstand When them bands in, no PV and gramblin
Bring the mask out, niggas scramblin' Watch these coochies pop themselves
Like they came with eggs in em' Machines with a kickstand, no legs in em
In and out, really fed, niggas Shout out my lifers and my seg, niggas
Can't ask twice or ever beg, niggas Tryna see the sun more than wreck, nigga
DUI, how I wreck, niggas Bitch on MTV, how she next, niggas
If she been with me, bless the next, nigga It's no stress, nigga
It's no stress, nigga It's no stress
Yeah, it's no stress It's easy, ooh-wee
Yeah, it's easy, ooh-wee
I need it, I need it Miley got time speeding
Turn mornings into evenings Up and down in the deep end
Only Xanads get me sleeping Sell a thousand pills on the weekend
Oh, it's Thursday, I'm the weekend XO's trip with more of those
I'll be five up when the weekend's Been up four days when the street end
To be a boss, they done tax the cost Touch TDC on technicalities
Niggas don't sleep cause of nightmares Some more afraid of reality
On the run, they can't have it easy Seen 30 cops at my momma house
Another five to my lawyer I'll be 30 up by the summer though
It's a juggerthon All money in on this marathon
Cause we love to hustle You know it's real, I embrace the struggle
Gotta break it down just to grow the muscle Might break it down and see all the profit
Cocaine, music, shout out to Gotti I think the drugs got me out my body
Fake love got me out my body Bad bad, just the people change
Man, it feels strange, can't trust nobody I think the drugs got me out my body
The fake love got me out my body Bad bad, just the people change
Yeah, it feels strange, can't trust nobody
Oh, we, what a world we live in
And trust is the truest measure of love Forever you can trust in me
I can't feel shit, voice keep tellin' me to kill shit
Can't stop poppin' these pills and smokin' like I ain't still on paper
And my pistol smokin' cause I know I still got haters
And I'm too solid, tryna get within And instead of win, you gotta kill all traitors
I ain't the same, I been out my body Hope he beat the case
And shot somebody, this forever thing Tatted on my body, you ain't gotta ask
You know how I'm rockin', startin' to feel like Pac Or Kobe Bryant with the rock
But I still got dope in my socks And pleasure leads to ballin
Whether or not I'm a jock Groupie, groupie love winnin
Pussy poppin' on the headstand When them bands in, no PV and gramblin
Bring the mask out, niggas scramblin' Watch these coochies pop themselves
Like they came with eggs in em' Machines with a kickstand, no legs in em
In and out, really fed, niggas Shout out my lifers and my seg, niggas
Can't ask twice or ever beg, niggas Tryna see the sun more than wreck, nigga
DUI, how I wreck, niggas Bitch on MTV, how she next, niggas
If she been with me, bless the next, nigga It's no stress, nigga
It's no stress, nigga It's no stress
Yeah, it's no stress It's easy, ooh-wee
Yeah, it's easy, ooh-wee
