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[Pastor Troy] Lord I`m sorry, I`m tired God I`m tired, God I`m tired Don`t nobody know what it is, don`t nobody know it`s like I`m livin today thru tommorrow and I know I ain`t gon` make it
[Verse 1] Livin today thru tommorrow while yesterday was cursed I put the pistol in my mouth and yell fuck the earth I worked for food stamps without the book instead of helping me or blessing me my niggaz below, I thank my niggaz And Tommy Hill can`t help me figure a damn thang less than frontin me a pound of weed or some cocaine I had got to the same conclusion that Uncle Sam made don`t touch the dope but know it`s movin` and if it`s proven what I`m doin`s gonna hurt to the hustle That`s on the muscle this whole motherfuckin world is trouble when I don`t laugh took the color, took the color blind while toatin dimes and my nut sack full time, I`m grindin playa, damn askin momma may I I`m writin fire bet you wanna fuck up nigga start gettin high I rely on my mother nature, quarter to break her Gotta show her I appreciate her, with all these haters that be constantly surrounding me, nowhere to go so I smoke some weed and drink some mo` Now they my friends and I been in a bunch of crazy moods God please excuse quick to race because I love to loose Yeah I`m the loser
[Pastor Troy] God I can`t take this no more, I can`t take this no more I`m sorry, I can`t take this no more (*gun goes off*)
[Chorus 2X] Livin today thru tommorrow while yesterday was cursed I put the pistol in my mouth and yell fuck the earth Livin today thru tommorrow while yesterday was cursed I put the pistol in my mouth, put the pistol in my mouth
[Verse 2] Now see the thouhgts of what you showin me A empty picture as I beg the world for everything Never could get a piece of this american dream (I took a nap) I took a nap when I wake up the same thang Back in trap, shootin craps without shootin guns man that`s my life They say that I`m the son of God, I thinkin twice the price of the leather see and I don`t speak as I preach keep the pistol in my reach cuz niggaz crazy, look at how this doja made me man I don`t sweat Playin russian roulette with the tech place yo bet Love let the devil kill me (I`ll be okay) cuz I`m gone have to die any fuckin way why not today
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