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Look i try to do everything everbody wants but sometimes i can't
i need her, or someone so i cant vent,
and if you dont wanna hear it fuck you..
if im telling you my life cause i think your true
so i try to write about real shit,
i want you to understand me and feel it,
feel me, feel life, feel something that i cant do,
cause my body is num, i do anything for you..
ill even eat my own cum, so when im ready ill come,
and even if u think thats gross, try a dead body thats cold..
and whats even uglyer is the face of my soul,
everytime i go to get up, i get smacked down,
and i want the gun to my head, and clap now.
BOOM, now my brains is everywhere fucker,
and if u think im joking im not chris tucker,
and all you closed minded faggot's
sucking my shit like maggot's
i wish someone could grab me and choke me
come on bitch, grab me like that joint a toke me
kill me, stab me, shoot me, hang me,
steal me, grab me, cut me, brang me..
to hell and never left cause i was left.
You need peace of mind? Heres a piece of mine
All I needs a line,
but sometimes I dont always find the words to rhyme
to express how I'm really feeling at that time, yea
sometimes, sometimes, sometimes
it's just sometimes, its always me
How dark can these hallways be?
I'm afraid, but why am I afraid, why am I a slave to this trade?
Save me, my brain has incaved me, to be able to be saved..
but i know someone who can, they just gotta wait and work with me
and if there ready, i need them to tell me, all the time..
so im not scared and im alone in the dark..
but i see them coming with the lighter and a spark,
but its far, so i chase it, im running trying to catch it,
and when i catch it, im never letting go,
and im not telling my fans this im letting them know
and them they know who they are..
i know they care for ynr..but ynr dont care for ynr
theres a X on my heart and its a scar..
i need them, to pick me up.. and im heavy
and im not talking about my weight,
my brain alone is stressed, fuck my body
and they promise me alot, and i promise alot.
they make my heart stop, but others make me drop.
and once i die this is it thats all thats it..
noone will remember me, cause they did it to me
i dont even know who im trying be, whos bobby?..
i know that aint me, because im the devil's bitch
im his slave shoving shit, and if i try to run,
thats it everything i have is done. all gone
i tryed to fight him once, but i got fucked up
and thats why my life is fucked up, and if you dont understand,
then you havnt been threw what i have man,
if I have half a chance, ill try to double it,
but it gets away so i bubble it..
fighting is all i learned my life,
and how not to treat my wife, or kids
hit a kid i would never do,
but someone who they call dad, i would hit you.
and you know who it is, but who is me?..
sick hurt, and theres no escaping it like cancer
so i run around trying find out who i am get a answer..
i try to hide but the rain there, like dancer, or prancer..
fuck santa i knew he wasnt real around four or five..
give me a glock, ill show you a real four or five
bullets that hit me hard, now im trying to breath,
lift it up, look underneth, my heart tell me what do you see?
if its what i see then you know im crazy,
cause there isnt a heart to see, so im outta my mind.
im not the same as you, i got a barcode im one of a kind.
i live in a house, i have a bed, and a room stack.
but yet im homeless? can u understand that?
im just trying to get away, but im late.
i hope the person who knows they are can wait.
just give me time to plan my escape, thanks
i need her, or someone so i cant vent,
and if you dont wanna hear it fuck you..
if im telling you my life cause i think your true
so i try to write about real shit,
i want you to understand me and feel it,
feel me, feel life, feel something that i cant do,
cause my body is num, i do anything for you..
ill even eat my own cum, so when im ready ill come,
and even if u think thats gross, try a dead body thats cold..
and whats even uglyer is the face of my soul,
everytime i go to get up, i get smacked down,
and i want the gun to my head, and clap now.
BOOM, now my brains is everywhere fucker,
and if u think im joking im not chris tucker,
and all you closed minded faggot's
sucking my shit like maggot's
i wish someone could grab me and choke me
come on bitch, grab me like that joint a toke me
kill me, stab me, shoot me, hang me,
steal me, grab me, cut me, brang me..
to hell and never left cause i was left.
You need peace of mind? Heres a piece of mine
All I needs a line,
but sometimes I dont always find the words to rhyme
to express how I'm really feeling at that time, yea
sometimes, sometimes, sometimes
it's just sometimes, its always me
How dark can these hallways be?
I'm afraid, but why am I afraid, why am I a slave to this trade?
Save me, my brain has incaved me, to be able to be saved..
but i know someone who can, they just gotta wait and work with me
and if there ready, i need them to tell me, all the time..
so im not scared and im alone in the dark..
but i see them coming with the lighter and a spark,
but its far, so i chase it, im running trying to catch it,
and when i catch it, im never letting go,
and im not telling my fans this im letting them know
and them they know who they are..
i know they care for ynr..but ynr dont care for ynr
theres a X on my heart and its a scar..
i need them, to pick me up.. and im heavy
and im not talking about my weight,
my brain alone is stressed, fuck my body
and they promise me alot, and i promise alot.
they make my heart stop, but others make me drop.
and once i die this is it thats all thats it..
noone will remember me, cause they did it to me
i dont even know who im trying be, whos bobby?..
i know that aint me, because im the devil's bitch
im his slave shoving shit, and if i try to run,
thats it everything i have is done. all gone
i tryed to fight him once, but i got fucked up
and thats why my life is fucked up, and if you dont understand,
then you havnt been threw what i have man,
if I have half a chance, ill try to double it,
but it gets away so i bubble it..
fighting is all i learned my life,
and how not to treat my wife, or kids
hit a kid i would never do,
but someone who they call dad, i would hit you.
and you know who it is, but who is me?..
sick hurt, and theres no escaping it like cancer
so i run around trying find out who i am get a answer..
i try to hide but the rain there, like dancer, or prancer..
fuck santa i knew he wasnt real around four or five..
give me a glock, ill show you a real four or five
bullets that hit me hard, now im trying to breath,
lift it up, look underneth, my heart tell me what do you see?
if its what i see then you know im crazy,
cause there isnt a heart to see, so im outta my mind.
im not the same as you, i got a barcode im one of a kind.
i live in a house, i have a bed, and a room stack.
but yet im homeless? can u understand that?
im just trying to get away, but im late.
i hope the person who knows they are can wait.
just give me time to plan my escape, thanks
tight. and funny lyrics
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