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Brotha Lynch Hung - Tried to Shoot lyrics
I be havin' bad dreams about doin' bad things No money, my momma is gone, it's a sad thing And the devil is laughin, if there was such a thing You couldn't weigh my problems out with a human triple beam I'm all fucked up, you might find me in the dump truck Gin in my cup, hundred and fifty on the rough I'm a tough act to follow, leave your chest hollow See it ain't that tough, heat that ass up with the ralo And hit the road, explode niggas with old vendettas I talk alot of shit so my click pack berettas to rip back your leather The world is cold, you could find me inside the bottle at 15 years old I was tired of all the arguin', fussin', and fightin' Ten years later I'm borrowin, adjusting the mic and Try'na make it through these hard times, tellin' my problems But who cares, everybody I know got 'em I'm upstairs, starin' out the window drinkin O.E I know this bottle really love me, I love you too You be helpin' me through my problems, killin' my fears And you understand when I break down you bring out the tears And you give me heart, but I just can't take it Shit's hella fucked up, bad luck, just can't shake it Half way to the grave, half way from birth Try'na wonder what my life is worth I think I'm cursed [Chorus] x2 I put the gun to my head, tried to shoot I think I'm better off dead, where's my kids? Make sure they ain't around, tell 'em I love um Tell 'em bend down on the ground, plug ya ears What you hear ain't nothin' but a cartoon A bad dream, your daddy, he comin' back soon In another form, re-born, with some great expectations I'ma miss you too, believe it Got dealt some bad punches, but I'ma roll with it Got served some bad lunches, so who can I trust? Got love and I don't want it, who's teachin' me hate? Got hate when I don't need it, I believe in my faith Diagnosed manic depressive, only learned one lesson And that's fuck it, forget it, and let it die like the rest of 'em Battled with the best of 'em, they can't touch me Then shadowed out the rest of 'em, you can't fuck me Might as well go 'head and let me murder myself Niggas got hate for me anyway, take it, it's hell And if I see you at the funeral, I'ma reach out for you That one up in the corner, give his ass to the coroner He just another foreigner, all in my mix Don't have the slightest idea how I'm feelin 'bout shit Cuz I maintain my composure, never tellin' the plan My brain stained in dosia, I'm tellin' you man [Chorus] x1 |
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