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sittin in my room

I was sitten @ the trap spot

waitin for a bag and bombers

I can't wait 4 him to get here

so i wait a little longer

Finally he's here

so I can start feeling good

until tomorrow

so I turn my phone off

and tell them to please

not even bother

I need drugs to ease my mind

because this world is full of sorrows

and i try to cope w/o them

but the devil is a liar

me, I got a couple yamps

and they my ****** till the end

and I know if I got a problem

all I gotta do is call them

I was livin in the Land

and yeah I found a brand new man

and he tricked off yes once again

but oh I love him that's my man

but in a little while

we just gon b friends...If that

oh what to do without him

and my mains locked up again

so I'm gon learn to do without him.

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Jan 22, 2010
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