[Verse 1 - Currensy] Poolside, too high, with three bitches With four lives, I'm finna deal Be out at 5 in that 600 Benz Or that 750i. Ate 9 slices of
HA OW HA OW HA OW HAAAAAAAAAA BABY THIS IS MY LIFE WHEN I WALK OUT THE DOOR I SEE YOU BABY YOU ARE NOT IN MY LIFE I wanna hold em' like they do in Texas
Please tell these niggas there?s no hoe in me, These niggas takin all these shots but ain?t no holes in me, So what you shootin at niggas you ain?t hit
All of my thoughts are from a foreign host Now I feel just like a ghost Now I feel just like a ghost Now I feel just like a ghost Now I feel just like
It's easy to sleep when you're dead But you're unable to touch your loved ones Give them kisses or see them smile at you It's easy to sleep when you'
Ay, lemme kick it to you right quick man Not on some gangsta shit man on some real shit Anybody who been through the same thing I'm sure you feel the
[Drake Chrous] Wouldve came back for you , I just needed time, to do what I had to do caught in the life, I cant let it go whether thats right I will
Friends tell me I am crazy That I'm wasting time with you You'll never be mine Just be good to me, just be good to me Just be good to Green All I need
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Deeper than every ocean Deeper than every river That?s what your presence brings to me Revealing the words I listen Seeing you in my silence Learning
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Mama's dead, never again would she hold my hand Never again to hear her call my name How I miss it much more than I show, I miss it, oh My mama's dead
Well come on in and sit right down Surprised to see you're still around You broke my heart, that's history I'm still alive and you're dead to me I hung
[Intro:] Dre, niggas think we're bullshittin'! [gun cocks] Yeah! Yeeaaaah! [Chorus:] Nigga try me son, he best have the heat on him! Want my eyes closed
All of my friends come to see me last night I was laying in my bed and dying Annie Bonneau from St. Angel Say the weather down here so fine Just then
Fare you well, my honey Fare you well my only true one All the birds that were singing Are flown, except you alone Don't want to leave this broke down
Driving that train, high on cocaine Casey Jones, you better watch your speed Trouble ahead, trouble behind And you know that notion just crossed my mind