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I sit alone in my four cornered room starin' at candles |
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Are we on the radio dukes? |
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Awww yeah, give it to me |
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Yeah, at night |
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I can't sleep |
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I'm tossin' and turnin' |
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I still got the candlesticks burnin' |
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It ain't changed but it's a different time |
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And I'm still playin' tricks with my mind |
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My mothers always stressin' that |
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I'm livin' wrong |
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But I got my |
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Smith and |
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Wesson so |
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I'm gettin' grown |
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And their lookin' at your little boys success |
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And I been thinkin', |
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I'm dealin' with too much stress |
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So I stay up on my p's and q's |
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And watch out for the |
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G's and fools |
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Cause the homies that |
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I thought |
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I hadSee me stackin' up a grip |
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And they just started talkin' bad |
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So I stay away from outsiders |
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And when I roll through, it makes 'em open they mouth wider |
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I used to think that you was my one and only homie |
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My mind was playin' tricks on me |
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My mind was playin' tricks on me |
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YeahDear diary |
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I'm havin' a little trouble with my mind state |
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How many bullets would it take to change my mind? wait |
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Sometimes |
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I want to end it but |
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I don't though |
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They tell me see my pastor but |
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I don't go |
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Cause they all be on this one street |
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So I take it on myself to thank him one deep |
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And give my money to the most needy |
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And never put it in the hands of the most greedy |
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Cause their puttin' a price tag on a man's word |
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And it's a fashion show, so the men flirt |
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The world is endin' so they try to make us switch fast |
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And they openin' up these churches for some quick cash |
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And usin' the money fo' they new cribs |
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While brother |
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Johnson just got kicked out where he lived |
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I follow no man, cause man be phoney |
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My mind was playin' tricks on me |
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My mind was playin' tricks on me |
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Day by day it's more impossible to cope |
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I feel like |
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I'm the one that's doin' dope |
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Can't seem to keep my mind on a steady track |
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I'm all about gettin' mine so |
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I study that |
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But it seems they want to get me |
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So I try to keep my nine millimeter wit me |
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Just in case they want to see a homies head blown |
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But I got to stay around to see my kids grown |
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I finally found a woman who could deal wit me |
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Back then |
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I had a woman who wouldn't real wit me |
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And now she's back with her old lady |
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And now I got it goin' on and they sure hate me |
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Now I'm a gone and she's alonehahahaha, her mind was playin' tricks on her |
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One time for your motherfuckin' mind |
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Bringin' it back like this here1-9-9-1 all the way to the 1-9-9-4 and they me |
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FaceMy mind was playin' tricks on me |
