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Light Weight
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Influenced by 1 of my previous battle drops, Peep Dis!!!
IP:
I be havin bad dreams, about doin bad things
No money, my momma is gone, its a sad scene
And the devil's 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 the dumptruck
With Gin in my cup,...151 I mix em' up
I'm a tough act to follow, leave your chest hollw
See it ain't that tough, heat that ass up with the "Rollow"
Then hit the rode, explode on niggaz with open debtaz
I talk a lot of shit so my click pack Berettas, ta rip back ya leather
The world is cold, you could find me off that bottle at bout 12 years old
I was tired of all the arguing, fussin, & fighting
10 years later I'm ballin, adjustin the mic'n
Tryin to make it through these hard times tellin my problems, But Who Cares?
Everybody I know got em'... I'm upstairs
Stairin out the window drinkin Olde 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 breakdown, you bring out the tears
And you give me the heart...but I just can't take it
Shits hells fucked up, bad luck...just can't shake it
Half wat to the grave, half way from birth
Startin to wonder what my life is worth
I THINK I'M CURSED!!!!!!
(chorus)x2
I put the gun to my head, tried to shoot
Think I'm better off dead, where's my kids
Make sure they ain't around, tell em' I Love em'
Tell em' ben down on the ground, plug ya ears
What ya hear ain't nothin but a cartoon
A bad dream, ya daddy he comin back soon
In another form, reborn, with some great expectations, I'ma miss you too
believe it
Got dealt some bad punches, but I'ma roll with it
Got served some bad lunches, so now I go get it
Got love when I don't want it, who's teachin me hate
Got hate when I don't need it, I believe in my fate
Diagnosed "Manic Depressive", only learned one lesson
And thats "Fuck it, Forget it, and Let it die like the rest of em"
Battled with the best of em', they can't touch me
Then channeled out the rest of em', you can't fuck me
Might as well gohead and let me murder myself
Niggaz got hate for me anyway, take it as health
And if I see you at the funeral I'ma reach out for you
That one up in the corner, give his ass to the coroner
He just another foreiner, all in my mix
Don't have the slightest idea how I'm feelin bout shit
Cause I maintain my composure, never tellin my plan
My brain stained with doshja, I'm tellin you man
(chorus)x1
I put the gun to my head , tried to shoot
Think I'm better off dead, wheres my kids
Make sure they ain't around, tell em' I love em'
Tell em' bend down on the ground, plug ya ears
What ya hear ain't nothin but a cartoon
A bad dream, ya daddy he comin back soon
In another form, reborn with some great expectations I'ma miss you too
believe it (my son in the backround)="Dad.........................Dad......what are you doin in there?.......How come you're not talkin to me?"x4 faded out
Some more shit I wrote in Febuary when I was on some ill shit... -1-
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