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[Verse 1: Giggs] Thinking of the same old thoughts Out here pitching with the same old fork And the fire's still burning Flames still flicker from the same old torch The amount of c**aine I bought Is the amount of c**aine they snort We call it a game but it ain't no sport for my mandem Pain still slivers from my brain and taunts And I'm starting to feel low 'Cause I miss Tiny, Carlton and Jim Jones Or TB beside me, but I still get joke After Tiny, Carlton or Jim phones And it feels odd, and I feel lost 'Cause they took away my n***as fam I feel robbed And I know they must feel lodged But when I pray for my n***as I feel God With the heart and the right mind Run through the day and pa** through the night time Graft at the right time, master the white line Pa** me the yac, f** a gla** of the white whine Let me soothe my sins f** feds I ain't looking to view the bin Three man left and they're looking to move us in The weather outside's equivalent to the mood I'm in [Chorus: Alana Faye] (x2) This life is bringing me down When will things turn around Can't keep sitting down Always on the rebound [Verse 2: Giggs] Thinking that the game's so messed Pissed off thinking 'bout my young buck Jess And I'm tired of vermin Pigs and rats got my young pups stressed And I'm starting to feel sad 'Cause I miss Marcus, pissed 'cause I miss nan Lee was the big man when I was a yout man Fam, you see that n***a there, he's a missed man I ain't living the worst, but I ain't rich Low p's got me feeling like I ain't sh** I don't mean to be making c**aine trips Forgive me God I'm sinning for my wages And I think I really outta get out I ain't sorted sh** out By now shoulda bought her a house My hardworking mum's who I'm talking about And my son's future, I'm sorting it now You think my music woulda brought in the pounds It's a bit greazy, so what? I ain't watering down So they got me on the road, with a quarter of brown Making bare deliveries from the morning 'till now Stressed and depressed Spend more time with my yout' then I eat less And I'm tired and I need rest Deep sigh then a deep breath [Chorus: Alana Faye] (x2) This life is bringing me down When will things turn around Can't keep sitting down Always on the rebound [Bridge: Alana Faye] I look around on the streets and I see Little boys and girls who are young than me Rolling greazy, rolling deep Trying to make money, trying to make ends meet But this ain't the way it should be k**ing one another over money, over p's And I know the streets can be mean You wouldn't believe all the things I've seen [Chorus: Alana Faye] (x4) This life is bringing me down When will things turn around Can't keep sitting down Always on the rebound

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