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You damn right (Load it up, Carl) ITS No, no, no, no-no ITS HAB I'm like a vacant house I feel all alone, I'm on my own, a crane gon' take me out She play all my songs like on and on like, "You gon' make it out" Separate my soul, I got a goal, nothing could faze me now I know that I'ma make it out, yeah I'm like a vacant house I feel all alone, I'm on my own, a crane gon' take me out She play all my songs like on and on like, "You gon' make it out" Separate my soul, I got a goal, nothing could faze me now I know that I'ma make it out, yeah I ain't never clique up with no nigga, I grew up with mine Turnin' up the Lakers, I'm a shooter, RondoNumbaNine I know my heart broken, I don't show it, so I'm doin' fine I been through a lot, it's hard to trust, so I just stick to mine Oxy off a dirty Sprite and Xanax, I don't blame 'em Sometimes you gotta understand the pain that people facin' Even though sometimes it's hard to live, the world amazin' All you gotta do is keep your head up and learn patience I'm like a vacant house I feel all alone, I'm on my own, a crane gon' take me out She play all my songs like on and on like, "You gon' make it out" Separate my soul, I got a goal, nothing could faze me now I know that I'ma make it out, yeah I'm like a vacant house I feel all alone, I'm on my own, a crane gon' take me out She play all my songs like on and on like, "You gon' make it out" (no, no, no, no-no) Separate my soul, I got a goal, nothing could faze me now I know that I'ma make it out, yeah Lil' bro got 20 years, he took a deal, so he ain't got a trial He a stand-up guy, if he in that field, we make his body fall I took three pink Percocet, this kind ain't got no Tylenol They left me behind, no one to call on, so I pocket dial 'em Ridin' through Mobile, me and NoCap in a bulletproof I just paid a hundred fifty thousand, don't let a bullet through I'm shoppin' for Rhude, so I always got an attitude Used to be my nigga, how we got beef when we compatible? Hate to see me win, long live Dave, you see me, twin Lot of niggas playin' like they street when they just the median Only time they give your flowers is when your casket in the carriage Yeah, a felon can't get no passport, so he named his daughter Paris How many bodies dropped last summer? We buy rounds and stay and rumble, he got killed for playin' under Back on defense, Aaron, back on defense, Aaron Donald Slim shit came from Santa Monica I don't fuck with none of these niggas Low-key, I'm a Karen I'm like a vacant house I feel all alone, I'm on my own, a crane gon' take me out She play all my songs like on and on like, "You gon' make it out" Separate my soul, I got a goal, nothing could faze me now I know that I'ma make it out, yeah I'm like a vacant house I feel all alone, I'm on my own, a crane gon' take me out She play all my songs like on and on like, "You gon' make it out" Separate my soul, I got a goal, nothing could faze me now I know that I'ma make it out, yeah I know that I'ma make it out, yeah I'm like a vacant house I know that I'ma make it out
Writer(s): Ehab S Eltahir Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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