Trouble
Copywrite
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Yea
Nobody knows half the trouble I've seen
That the public iv's
In my blood till I piss
Where you rocking
Whilst me they lock me up quickly
Don't want to convict me for these disease
And mom and pop getting yammed
In alcoholic
And they were alchoholics
My life was fun till I put out the wallet
and dump that months of brolic
I'm not a baller I just rap a lot
I grewup on squad face and rap alot used to scrap alot
But here's an afterthought
I regret it, it's pathetic
Can't even wrote a candid see my fans all rot
October twenty second last time I took a drink
That's right i look at things half full instead of half empty
The glass rule there's mad tempting
Till i think about my dads drawer and his ash send me
From his cremented body that i keep to this day
And my mom and pop wedding base beneath where I stay
Down in the basement and adjacent to that
Before my sister found my dead mom
She's head strong
I THINK IT WAS DEAD WRONG
She found her comatose
Due to an overdose
People ask me how do I cose
I tell them the holy ghost
Father and the son
The trinity as the whole but
They all want to hear the divinity is the gold
The only lift me is a soul
I mention the oath
I'm not doing push up, NAH
I'm benching it close
Beside the fact I get so sad with no dad
Jugde wont go lighter on the sentence like zippo ad
So I got to do my time
Like a man who write you RHYMES
While I can jopencual fit inside of my hand
Try as I can
Can't shake my faith
I tell the devil like go ahead make my day
To infinty and beyond the sun's when I see pass
Then one bar then and I'm done like a relab
But i feel lax if
(Nobody knows) Mmm (all the trouble I've seen)
(Nobody knows) Mmm (all my sorrow)
(Glory! Glory!) Mmm (Glory, Hallelujah!)
(Glory!) Mmm, (Glory!)
Let me hear you
(Glory, Hallelujah!)
Nobody knows (Nobody knows)
Mmm, no, no, no (all the trouble I've seen)
Nobody knows (Nobody knows)
Mmm, no, no (all my sorrow)
Glory! (Glory!), Glory! (Glory!), Glory! (Glory, Hallelujah!)
Say it again (Glory!), say it to the lord (Glory!)
Mmm (Glory, Hallelujah!)
I've been used and I've been scorned
I've been talked about, yes I have
Just as sure as you're born
(Glory!), Glory! (Glory!) Mmm(Glory, Hallelujah!)
Glory! (Glory!) Glory! (Glory!)
Glory! (Glory, Hallelujah!)
When you get [?]
Ohhh...
Holyshit, holyshit, holyshit, holyshit
Think the fans had said it all.
Deep deep in the heart of Ohio lies three gents
This gents goes by the names of D1
PBlack and our main character Copywrite
To hear their stories as a collective, skip to track 8.
To hear a tale about a young man
who catches syphillis from a red head stripper
Go to track 11
Just kidding
There is no track 11
Little bitch
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