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Dying to Live Video (MV)




Performed By: C.O.K.E
Language: English
Length: 3:24
Written by: Cordero Robinson




C.O.K.E - Dying to Live Lyrics




All this pain (Yeah yeah yeah)
All this struggle (Yeah yeah yeah)
Tired of stressing (Yeah yeah yeah)
I need that blessing

All this pain and all these struggles, tired of stressing sick and tired I need that blessing
Took my brother from me nigga and I couldn't be they for him on the rescue
I'm just trying to just hold on
I've been dying to live so long
I'm just trying to write my wrongs, I'm just trying to write my wrongs

Way we living f*cked up suggestion, you kill my partner I kill your brother
Where that's gone get us
Just gone have us in the gutter, moving careful still keep a weapon
Sin start off at the mind we make it flesh full
All these years of crime it made us better
All of mama tears left the floor wet up
All this death I seen it left me bitter
Funerals and court dates was like it's specials
People come to see you playing dress up
Weight on my shoulders heavy as boulders
Keep all these f*ck niggas from round you know they folding
All these enemies around you keep'em closer don't be impulsive
King head is heavy as the crown that hold it

All this pain and all these struggles, tired of stressing sick and tired I need that blessing
Took my brother from me nigga and I couldn't be they for him on the rescue
I'm just trying to just hold on
I've been dying to live so long
I'm just trying to write my wrongs, I'm just trying to write my wrongs

Know my motive know I ain't folding they gotta hold me
To the concrete stuck it got me both feet
Me an Vito use to work listen to Doe B
Rest In Peace to both of em they been og's
Swear to God these niggas they don't know me
Draped up royal how I'm rolling
Wolves off in this sheep clothing
If your soul tainted I'm exposing
Fake shit can spot it from the nose bleeds that on me
Weight on my chest I'm gone bench press it
Keep that lama for that drama I'm gone suppress it
Alone in the ghetto with our mamas Florida Evans gotta get better
Everything I done I won't regret it

All this pain and all these struggles, tired of stressing sick and tired I need that blessing
Took my brother from me nigga and I couldn't be they for him on the rescue
I'm just trying to just hold on
I've been dying to live so long
I'm just trying to write my wrongs, I'm just trying to write my wrongs
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All this pain (Yeah yeah yeah)
All this struggle (Yeah yeah yeah)
Tired of stressing (Yeah yeah yeah)
I need that blessing

All this pain and all these struggles, tired of stressing sick and tired I need that blessing
Took my brother from me nigga and I couldn't be they for him on the rescue
I'm just trying to just hold on
I've been dying to live so long
I'm just trying to write my wrongs, I'm just trying to write my wrongs

Way we living f*cked up suggestion, you kill my partner I kill your brother
Where that's gone get us
Just gone have us in the gutter, moving careful still keep a weapon
Sin start off at the mind we make it flesh full
All these years of crime it made us better
All of mama tears left the floor wet up
All this death I seen it left me bitter
Funerals and court dates was like it's specials
People come to see you playing dress up
Weight on my shoulders heavy as boulders
Keep all these f*ck niggas from round you know they folding
All these enemies around you keep'em closer don't be impulsive
King head is heavy as the crown that hold it

All this pain and all these struggles, tired of stressing sick and tired I need that blessing
Took my brother from me nigga and I couldn't be they for him on the rescue
I'm just trying to just hold on
I've been dying to live so long
I'm just trying to write my wrongs, I'm just trying to write my wrongs

Know my motive know I ain't folding they gotta hold me
To the concrete stuck it got me both feet
Me an Vito use to work listen to Doe B
Rest In Peace to both of em they been og's
Swear to God these niggas they don't know me
Draped up royal how I'm rolling
Wolves off in this sheep clothing
If your soul tainted I'm exposing
Fake shit can spot it from the nose bleeds that on me
Weight on my chest I'm gone bench press it
Keep that lama for that drama I'm gone suppress it
Alone in the ghetto with our mamas Florida Evans gotta get better
Everything I done I won't regret it

All this pain and all these struggles, tired of stressing sick and tired I need that blessing
Took my brother from me nigga and I couldn't be they for him on the rescue
I'm just trying to just hold on
I've been dying to live so long
I'm just trying to write my wrongs, I'm just trying to write my wrongs
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Writer: Cordero Robinson
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