| Rewind the forces
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| Take it back to what’s, and rewind the forces
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| Take it back to what’s, and rewind the, rewind the, rewind the forces
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| Take it back to what’s important
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| Family scratchin' on the surface when I remind my choices
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| That I made, take to the grave, it’s really poison
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| We lift up our voices and holler out
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| Give me a second, let me settle down, I’m wildin' out
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| See, that’s my problem, always guardin' out
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| Rewind the forces
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| Take it back to what’s, and rewind the forces
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| Take it back to what’s important
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| Family scratchin' on the surface when I remind my choices
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| That I made, take to the grave, it’s really poison
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| We lift up our voices and holler out
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| Give me a second, let me settle down, I’m wildin' out
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| See, that’s my problem, always guardin' out
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| Devil get up off me 'cause my karma wanna swamp it out
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| Shovel in my coffin gettin' salty 'cause I’m stronger now
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| Damn, ain’t had this pain since I was little, nigga
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| Damn, that’s why I changed the way I feel, nigga
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| Been gettin' high with open eyes, and got the same liver
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| I paid the price to recognize that I’m a made nigga
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| My baby left me, wasn’t careful, got me stressin'
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| Kinda selfish, had my lessons, always deadly, it’s a skill, nigga
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| I sniped Wesley for chestin' this question
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| Your blade heaven, then are you destined to mess with
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| A vampire, don’t standby as a passenger, they mad at us
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| It’s satire how they add it up
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| 'Cause I ain’t think you really take my breath away
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| A better day is on the rise
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| Figure why chase sleep, I’m tryna live a better life
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| And without you, I feel I’m wastin' time
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| Self-medicating, self-desperation
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| You be in my dark thoughts when I’m on vacation
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| Dev, tell 'em something
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| Before I sell 'em something
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| A fairy tale that leads to Hell, I smell the Reaper comin'
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| You know I’m pissed off, but listen, ain’t nothin' funny
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| My pockets picked on, the love gone, right after fuckin'
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| I get to lick on, then you cum, right on your tummy
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| I’m so descriptive, but guess what? |
| We really want it
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| Flashbacks that I have when I’m thinkin' of ya
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| I stack bags full of crack just to give you money
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| Please don’t react like a brat, bitch, you know it’s nothin'
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| Still put a gat to your back when I’m sick of lovin'
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| I’m never cap when I rap, really miss my homies
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| Can’t even nap, damn, I’m trapped, can’t you hear me sufferin'?
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| Seem like you’re likin' it, girl, don’t be fightin' it
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| Them Vicodins done got your blinded, dyin', know you’re tryin' it
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| I’m typin' what I’m writin' then recording, hope they buyin' it
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| Come here, baby, let me cuddle ya
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| For seven hours, had the power to my heart, and she devoured it
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| Feelin' crazy, but you lovin' it
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| Let’s take a shower, call a driver to bring you by me for this punishment
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| See we gon' fuck with no latex, yes
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| I’m goin' dumb for that make-up sex, I know you feel the same
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| You broke my trust, bitch, I must confess
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| Just give me some, and it can even the bet, made it a dirty game
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| Thought what we had was like a rock, until the top
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| I never thought that would we drop just like Despot’s album
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| You drown me 'cause you was hot, this heart’s poundin'
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| Repeatedly
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| Believed you needed me, you feeding me
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| The sexing with direction, I’m confessin' that it’s eatin' me
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| Alive, I die, correctin' what was killin' me |