[Wers 1] I'm sippin' liquor for the pain Pourin' liquor for the slain Nothin' else can do the trick, like hard liquor to the brain Fall victim to the game, all this money we spent In my mind tryna figure where this 20 g's went Maybe I should slow it down, maybe take the pace slow Second thought, I think I need to speed it up and make mo' Time to build, Lego In the Ville, laid low Countin' days, still waitin' on that shit I prayed for Am I ungrateful Want it all so quick Feel a vibrate Hold up, I got a call, old bitch How she get my new shit Swear the city too small Type of chick won't take her shirt off cause her titties too small I could give a damn girl, lift up that pretty blue bra Now I'm in the deep-seaing just how pretty you are And that kitty go hard Lawd, I'm up in that Got the type of kitty cat that make a nigga double back Type of shit that make a nigga wanna fall in love wit that At the door wit a towel on and nothin' under that sayin' Welcome
[Wers 2] I let these words flow out Like water from a spout Like rain from the clouds Rush the pain from the crowd Cause these words go deep from my soul when I speak Then the flows hit the souls of all those that I've reached If I die 'fore I wake, hope my songs live on Will they miss me when I'm gone And if so, for how long So much shit is on my brain Try hard to maintain Sit and analyze my thoughts At times, I wonder if I'm sane Man, it's hard to trust friends When the paranoia blends with the marijuana Wonder will this high ever end Swear I'll never smoke again Y'all niggas blow the weed Let me take another shot Man, this liquor's all I need Just to put me in the zone So far away from home Nobody truly know me, got me feelin' so alone They wonder what's on my mind What's lingerin' in my dome I tell 'em ain't nothin' wrong I deal with it on my own I deal with it on my own
Yeah, I deal with it on my own nigga
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