Indie in Indiana Hours early And this money burns holes in my pockets One foot after the other A ring A phone call from my mother "I know what was making
by the roadside At the truckstop to rest my tired eyes And I'm still pretending That you're still by my side Steady hands, get me out Steady hands, get me out
Hang for your hollow ways Moving your mouth to pull out all your miracles aimed for me And I know they buried her body with others Her sister and mother
make the people get out ya Seat everybody it's cool if u wanna clap your hands and stomp YOUR feet come on down 2 the front where you can feel the beat
drinking liquor You still gotta hand me your watch I'm in the kitchen with the pans and the pots Razor on the plate, trying to figure out how many grams
a brother the bomb But ain't no ladies in my life, other than moms (uh uh) That's 'til this girl changed my way And it even feels strange to say I'm so
left holdin' on When someone's always hurtin' more Still lonely for the other Sayin' I don't think that you and me Can just be friends (Hmm...) I don't ever wanna feel
about it. [Verse 1:] Lately I feel like I've been slippin. And it's you that got me trippin. I can't control myself when I'm around you, oh. With any other
ears feel like they bleeding tears And heres the head scarf you left in my domain And heres the photos of our memory lane And there's (nothing for you around here) You crossed over the other
- yeah ? yeah, Im tryna? stay strong but after today, Im feeling down. [Down.] So who, [Who.] Could be, [Be.] Behind [Hind.] my smile, I?m crying out, & im left
nigger rich, every ghetto feeling this 20 on my right wrist, 30 on my left wrist, 100 on my neck iced out for my respect 20 fucking 10 Ima blow the whole
feel A - D that I AM, that I AM From Father flesh to Father Solomon From the pinky to the thumb 'pon my hand Bring a other Caddy and a tribal j-j-j-jam
me by my tec9 Although my tattoo reads 'no more pain' Lately I feel the needle hit me up in vein Most of my real niggas are dead They done left me with
hate that I'm in my zone My brother said if they don't hate me, then I'm doing something wrong I'm one of last of the real niggaz left, so they know
[Hook] Do you see, what I see All I do, is wanna be Somebody, can you feel what I feel I try my best, to keep it real And pay dues [Z-Ro] Extra extra
cause her sons done died I pull my nine out, all of my barrels are fouled out So the bullets that I bust the feds don't find out Which gun, which nigga
's tits now taking a big mount Going down south licking the bitch out 'Round 'em and stylin' my dick was shinin' Next minute the babe is grindin' Went outside and left
me, Endless questions, hopeless ending This bitter pill is pushing me away and now i feel Like there's nothing left to say and i pretend to Look the other
