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Loon
ma I tried so many years,
but it seems like all I brought u is tears,
I tried to eliminate all of your fears,
But its conflict,
Yea, check it out, uh, yo
A yo the game keep callin,
in the streets is ballin,
Try to creep just to keep from falling,
But the block keep hollerin,
Yellin my government name, I tried to stop but the love of the game,
They got my girl in a frenzy,
My used to be friendly till they seen me and puff in the Bentley,
Now, forced to stay, forces use force and spray coffins lay when Im forced to play,
Like a animal,
Dawg if I put my hand on u imma handle u,
Like Im Hannibal the motherfking cannibal,
All plans is through, dreams and goals,
The block hot but why this s**t seem so cold,
This s**t seems so old, tryna redeem my soul,
The feds roll and my team done fold,
Like a bad hand of poker,
Even ya man ull' smoke ya for these crushed up leaves of copa now,
Chorus Joe Hooker
I. cant talk through to you..
The way I used to
You dont understand why I.
Feel the way
That I do..
Loon
Yo, check it out,
Its been 4 years, and u aint shed no tears,
And through the course of that I lost 4 pairs,
Thats why I smoke more blunts, drink more beers,
You never consider it, like you just dont care,
The pain I feel inside you just dont share,
When I share my deepest thoughts we just dont hear,
Well aware of my fears of me losing my life,
Im well aware of my fear of me losing my wife,
Thats why I stay using my gun and using my knife,
Gotta deal with this s**t till my music get right,
I buy u, pretty things just to see you wear it,
U sayin I aint s**t trying to break my spirit,
I try to change my life but u just dont hear it,
Guess I gotta find another girl to spend 4 years wit..
d*mn, all that time got wasted
But I guess I gotta face it.
Chorus X 1
Loon
Uh, yo, uh,
A yo the cops dont like me,
They always eager to fight me,
Even though I know they wanna be like me,
Coz they see a nigg* icy,
Doin a buck in the white V,
Twizzy getting bizzie with wifey,
Getting head on the highway,
Im getting money to fly away,
Pull me over just to fk up my Friday,
What could I say nothing, still they be frontin,
Throw a brick in the trunk and try to make up something,
But Im not with the bulls**t,
Thats why I run with a full clip,
Flint c*ck the hammer and pour quick,
Dont care about your uniform,
Or that bulls**t u be on,
Now who gon really mourn when you be gone?
One in your head like a unicorn,
You moving on, your favourite suit is on,
Moms singing that stupid song,
My baby aint blast nobody!
But he still got smoked at bay-bays party
Thats why..
Chorus X 2