Yeah
It'll be a cold day in hell before I give up on this sh*t
Another okay well I guess he meant to live this
I need my old pains spilled out
Broke days lived out
See me on the tv screens
Big stage filled out
I need it bad
See we move different I go dumb when I need a bag
Give it all I got until the moment I see my Dad
I can't trust nobody who fell off when the view was bad
How you do the kid just dipped off and left bleeding backs
But heart cold clear eyes but I'm optimistic
Remember when my uncle had the stick in the Honda Civic
The story of a teen growing up in the city limits
Now I'm toe to toe with who we watched on the television
Sh*t I could tell you more
But I'm sick of the reminiscing
I gotta bring it home for the people that's benefiting
Mom's on the phone and she said that you bound to hit it
That's why I go hard like I don't got a pot to piss in
D.E.E.Z.Y - Outro Lyrics
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Yeah
It'll be a cold day in hell before I give up on this sh*t
Another okay well I guess he meant to live this
I need my old pains spilled out
Broke days lived out
See me on the tv screens
Big stage filled out
I need it bad
See we move different I go dumb when I need a bag
Give it all I got until the moment I see my Dad
I can't trust nobody who fell off when the view was bad
How you do the kid just dipped off and left bleeding backs
But heart cold clear eyes but I'm optimistic
Remember when my uncle had the stick in the Honda Civic
The story of a teen growing up in the city limits
Now I'm toe to toe with who we watched on the television
Sh*t I could tell you more
But I'm sick of the reminiscing
I gotta bring it home for the people that's benefiting
Mom's on the phone and she said that you bound to hit it
That's why I go hard like I don't got a pot to piss in
It'll be a cold day in hell before I give up on this sh*t
Another okay well I guess he meant to live this
I need my old pains spilled out
Broke days lived out
See me on the tv screens
Big stage filled out
I need it bad
See we move different I go dumb when I need a bag
Give it all I got until the moment I see my Dad
I can't trust nobody who fell off when the view was bad
How you do the kid just dipped off and left bleeding backs
But heart cold clear eyes but I'm optimistic
Remember when my uncle had the stick in the Honda Civic
The story of a teen growing up in the city limits
Now I'm toe to toe with who we watched on the television
Sh*t I could tell you more
But I'm sick of the reminiscing
I gotta bring it home for the people that's benefiting
Mom's on the phone and she said that you bound to hit it
That's why I go hard like I don't got a pot to piss in
Writer: Wendell O'Brien
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