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cookin' soul - thoughts under the xmas tree كلمات الأغنية

[verse: the notorious b.i.g.]
when i die, f_ck it, i wanna go to h_ll
’cause i’m a piece of sh_t, it ain’t hard to f_ckin’ tell
it don’t make sense, goin’ to heaven with the goodie_goodies
dressed in white, i like black timbs and black hoodies
god’ll probably have me on some real strict sh_t
no sleepin’ all day, no gettin’ my d_ck l!cked
hangin’ with the goodie_goodies, loungin’ in paradise
f_ck that sh_t, i wanna tote guns and shoot dice
all my life i been considered as the worst
lyin’ to my mother, even stealin’ out her purse
crime after crime, from drugs to extortion
i know my mother wish she got a f_ckin’ abortion
she don’t even love me like she did when i was younger
suckin’ on her chest just to stop my f_ckin’ hunger
i wonder; if i died, would tears come to her eyes?
forgive me for my disrespect, forgive me for my lies
my baby mother’s eight months, her little sister’s two
who’s to blame for both of them?
i swear to god i want to just slit my wrists and end this bullsh_t
throw the magnum to my head, threaten to pull sh_t
and squeeze until the bed’s completely red
i’m glad i’m dead, a worthless f_ckin’ buddha head
the stress is buildin’ up, i can’t— i can’t believe
suicide’s on my f_ckin’ mind, i wanna leave
i swear to god i feel like death is f_ckin’ callin’ me
but nah, you wouldn’t understand
n_gga, talk to me please, man!
you see, it’s kinda like the crack did to pookie in new jack
except when i cross over, there ain’t no comin’ back
should i die on the train track like ramo in beat street?
people at the funeral frontin’ like they miss me
my baby mama kiss me, but she glad i’m gone
she know me and her sister had somethin’ goin’ on
i reach my peak, i can’t speak
call my n_gga chic, tell him that my will is weak
i’m sick of n_ggas lyin’, i’m sick of b_tches hawkin’
matter of fact, i’m sick of talkin’

- cookin soul

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