Tonart: F minor
Verse 1
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Haha Yeah if it aint one thing it's always
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gonna be a motha fuckin other
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Word to My grand daddy I'ma let this beat rise
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for about 2 bars then ima get back at ya check it out
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Come on, come on,
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I'm on a pay phone standin in a holding cell took
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my shirt and my shoes and im cold as hell
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Every now and then you gotta spend a night in jail
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but I know my home boys gonna make my bail
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8: 30 in the morning front of CJC fuck a
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bunch of records take me to the weed
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I just need to blow some dro
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Even if only momentary
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it feels good to be free
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Holdin my lil girl in front of a big screen mak in
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love to my lady these are the big things
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Spendin time wit my granny and blowin
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wit dave
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Contemplatin every mistake I've ever
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made yo
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Shouldve sipped more lemonade
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Seems so secondary to try to get payed
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Of coming up short so Ima get money
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ever day til I go back to court
Verse 2
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Chorus:
Every day that I'm gone is when
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I wont be gone
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They cant hold me down forever
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and im gonna be home
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In no time at all it wont be long
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I just need everbody back at
home to be strong
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Every day that im gone
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is when i wont be gone
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They cant hold me down
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forever and im gonna be home
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In no time at all it wont be long I just need
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everybody back home to be strong
Verse 3
make my
time go by so slow
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The streets talk if something
happen im gonna know
People wanna come see me but
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Talking to em through that
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glass jus breaks my heart dude
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I write alot of letters, I get alot of mail
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People telling me they cant
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wait for me to get outta jail
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I miss Mikayla, I miss my girl but I try not to
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think about the outside world
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Tall spades and dominoes
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I seem to find peace in God's word
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Cuz he's the only real friend I got in here
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Even with nothing I got alot in here
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Be much happier if I was not here but hey
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I could never get shot in here
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They say it s just 3 hots and a cot in here but I got half my motha
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fuckin squad in here
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Chorus
Verse 4
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They got electric
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wire bout 15 feet high
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We move so fly with plastic knives,
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plastic forks, plastic spoons
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See our kids on sunday afternoons
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Collect call to my momma,
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Cd's, magazines, draws, and sox
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People get the box
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everybody gets locked
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Phone call, television,
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everything just stops
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Food here is horrible,
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Conditions are inoperable
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Grown men crying take
em to the corridor
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More and more I miss my gal
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The commodory and
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fellowship i miss my pal
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When I get out Ima kiss the ground
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And I Just cant wait to hit the town
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Fat caps, Colby Steak House just the
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thought make me wanna break out
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Chorus
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Verse 5
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Yeah people ask me if I could go back,
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If I could do something different, If I had a chance what would I do.
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I tell em I dont believe in that 'IF' shit cuz if my dad was a better card player him an
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d my momma would still be together you know what i'm say in check it out
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And to all my people locked down Hold it down now
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