Lyrics
[Intro Chorus]
On death bed, lift by a nurse,
Got a casket, pickin' the hearst,
With a gift comes a curse,
So when shit gets worse,
Who Gon' Come Around?
You Gon' Come Around?
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[Verse 1]
My attitude is bitter, drunk off the liquor,
Just wanna give up but I'm not a quitter,
I just rested up, pray God's blessin' us,
As I'm sinnin' & the Feds investin' us,
City tested up, blue-reds obsessin' us,
Dressed in cuffs, why we keep messin' up?
That's a lesson to us, just move slow,
Gas at a new high, cash at a new low,
can't buy happiness, plus I'm too broke,
but I guess all this I should have knew though,
Workin' that blue collar with no blue coat,
I helped steal that shit so where all that loot go?
I'm outta trust, look at this back gash,
Pulled the knives out, feelin' back stabbed,
Life sends you tests, I brought it on me,
That's when the blueprint was plotted on me
[Chorus]x2
[Verse 2]
Strapped in bed, already past half-dead,
Don't cry, rather have ya laugh instead,
It's all relative 'til no relatives try to see you,
and you clingin' for any family in ICU,
Like nobody cares for me, nobody there for me,
but they at home sayin' a prayer for me,
Seperate the true from the fakers mourning,
those that if I had a stroke they'd get Bayer for me,
So either you love me or you hate my guts,
But either way, I'm a still blaze a spiff up,
To all you pantomimes, the charade is up,
Can't walk in my shoes, can't lace 'em up,
Life's wild, my party lifestyle got me rollin',
while I'm livin' at a place I'm rarely home in,
If I get cash, haters reappear to take a stack,
ya'll keep your hard cover, I just want my paperback!
[Chorus] x2
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[Bridge]
It aint a question 'cause I know the answer,
Where you be when the Doc knows it's cancer?
It aint of opinion 'cause I know it's a fact,
Where you'll be when the Doc knows it's back
[Verse 3]
Put on my glasses, see from my perspective,
Losing loved ones is life's worst lessons,
Plus I'm told to go to church for blessin's,
to get sin's rejected during first confessions,
but I keep sinnin' on a path of consequences,
Father keeps askin' where my conscience is,
scientist with medicines that prolong to live,
Fuck that shit, I wanna be gone in a bit,
My health is failing, my brain aint workin',
I'm on so much shit any pain aint hurtin',
plus I'm in mom's purse, change-searchin',
'cause all I make is for this damn insurance!
[Chorus]x2
