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Man I gotta get my shit together I caught a charge with a chick and I shouldn't have even been smoking with her I'm fucking slipping tell me please just where to grip at cause I'm falling behind and I was at the front so just tell me how to get back Trynna figure out just where the love at and since nobody shows me where's the drugs at cause when I'm getting higher I don't think much but a nigga got caught up that not thinking shit hurt me I'm going crazy lord send me a nice lady so I can trade in all of my bad habits and start thinking babies Wife shit but all that's just a pipe dream so let me keep smoking and drinking till someone likes me The fight is trynna find just where my minds at running outta time though I really needa get right before I get fucked up some more Cause I keep looking for something that I never had don't know where to find it and that's why shit keep going bad If I just got one chance to do everything thing right I'd proly have happiness and commit suicide from the perfect life Since I never had it I get so confused my life flashing by me and I'm miserable as if being perfect would be the fucking cure But everywhere I go I get some conflict as if life keeps getting harder till I'm a convict who gonna take care of my family when I'm locked in Things I keep worrying bout and I can't do a thing about it tell me what the fuck im sposed to do
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