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I be havin` bad dreams about doin` bad things
No money, my momma is gone, it`s a sad thing
And the devil is laughin, if there was such a thing
You couldn`t weigh my problems out with a human triple beam
I`m all fucked up, you might find me in a dump truck
Gin in my cup, hundred and fifty on the rough
I`m a tough act to follow, leave your chest hollow
See it ain`t that tough, eat that ass up with the (?)
And hit the road, explode niggaz with open (?)
I talk alot of shit so my click pack berettas to rip back your leather
The world is cold, you could find me inside the bottle at 15 years old
I was tired of all the arguin`, fussin`, and fightin`
Ten years later I`m ballin, adjusting the mic and
Try`na make it through these hard times, tellin` my problems
But who cares, everybody I know got `em
I`m upstairs, starin` out the window drinkin O.E
I know this bottle really love me, I love you too
You be helpin` me through my problems, killin` my fears
And you understand when I break down you bring out the tears
And you give me heart, but I just can`t take it
Shit`s hella fucked up, bad luck, just can`t shake it
Half way to the grave, half way from birth
Try`na wonder what my life is worth
I think I`m cursed
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I put the gun to my head, tried to shoot
I think I`m better off dead, where`s my kids?
Make sure they ain`t around, tell `em I love um
Tell `em bend down on the ground, plug ya ears
What you hear ain`t nothin` but a cartoon
A bad dream, your daddy, he comin` back soon
In another form, re-born, with some great expectations
I`ma miss you too, believe it