Correction Paroles Get In My Car Freestyle par Hi-Tek

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Paroles

Laughin' to the bank with an empty account
Bottle full of syrup, tryna empty it out
Couldn't really tell you what I'm trippin' about
Sleeping with a pistol tryna figure it out
Thumbing through a bible with a blunt in my mouth
Ash on the page, see my past in my face
n***as don't die, they just passin' away
Press the strap to his face
And you blast him away like blaow
Gun shots louder on a cold night
Shot a couple at me but I'm alright
Still trying to dig a little deeper
Pickin' at my soul, makin' songs 'til I'm bleedin'
Suicide note, n***a I don't need a reason
Screamin' up to God, "what's the meaning?, what's the meaning?"
Why you had to take 'em, I ain't mean it, I ain't mean it
I been sleeping with the fire, I been flirting with my demons
I been runnin' out of time, I ain't feelin' like I need it
n***as turn on you and you never would believe it
Learning to expect it, I don't hear it 'til I see it
I don't really miss a n***a, they just with you for a season

Like damn
Said goddamn, goddamn
n***as try to judge the type of man I am
Couldn't walk my path, couldn't sit where I stand
Styrofoam cup sticking to my right hand

Hollow point shells sittin' on the night stand
Still probably go to hell if I do the right thing
Married to the wrong and I'm smokin' on the trees
Birds of feather, this the song they could sing

Like damn
Said goddamn, goddamn
n***as try to judge the type of man I am
Couldn't walk my path, couldn't sit where I stand
Styrofoam cup sticking to my right hand
Like damn
Said goddamn, goddamn
n***as try to judge the type of man I am
Couldn't walk my path, couldn't sit where I stand
Styrofoam cup sticking to my right hand
Like damn
Said goddamn, goddamn
n***as try to judge the type of man I am
Like damn
Said goddamn, goddamn

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