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stl gld – done كلمات اغاني

[verse 1: moe pope]
ma-ma-ma was a rolling stone
papa never held his own
only he would pretend to be godlike
in hindsight is he related?
his face is escaping my memory
incidentally i’m good
i was tossed to the wolves
i pulled myself out the hood
still to my own, i was alone
roamin round the neighborhood
i heard the guns poppin’
clutchin on the yellow walkman
energy inside my headphones
city lights is always watchin’
murderers, devils and fiends
are like zombies marchin’
my friends have been dying
often young kings that were lying
coffins, boston my safe haven
though many days are laced with misfortune
i’m not wanted
we’ve been disregarded, discarded
seems like they plotted
planned for our fall and
life is shocking
this ain’t earth this is h-ll
f-ck what you call it
f-ck what you call it
f-ck what you call it
we-we survive the world’s ills
mo-mom’s at work, dad’s in jail
co-cops on that overk!ll
ain’t no way i can pay these bills
i’m just looking for something that i can sell
something small, not the cartel
i don’t need the diamonds or the gold tho
i just wanna get off of the carousel
life is way too real
they don’t want us
they like us in h-ll
they want us to fail
that’s just how i feel
they ain’t miss no meals
they the ones who k!ll
whose been supplyin’ these pills?
dorothy cl!ckin’ heels
no place like home
no place like home
no place like home
i’m far too gone

[chorus: moe pope]
i told the bartender
fill up my cup
can’t get enough
i’ll be sippin’ till the bottle’s done
done
done
done
done
done
and i ain’t leavin till the f-ckin’ mornin’ come

i told the bartender
fill up my cup
can’t get enough
i’ll be sippin’ till the bottle’s done
done
done
done
done
done
and i ain’t leavin till the f-ckin’ mornin’ come

[verse 2: jared evan]
as day comes and night falls
for the rest of our lives we’ll miss y’all
even though life must go on
we still mourn while wishin’ y’all were home

as day comes and night falls
for the rest of our lives we’ll miss y’all
and even though life must go on
we still mourn while wishin’ y’all were home

[verse 3: deon chase]

i work my issues in silence, violence
bullet’s ain’t got names (?)
my mama know that i’m wilin’ (?)
i charge that sh-t to the gang (?)
i went from packin’ baggies, cousin (?)
loading pistols to bank
yeah, we know
n-ggas talkin, keep it low
demons flow
dee-ma low (?)

i store it all in my mental
we used to ride in that rental
we got the drop in september
we wait it out till december
probably lost the connection
fix the cost in prescription (?)
i’m rolling large, beat the charge
tryin’ to stay out the system
n0body’s fault tho
who do you call for?
i been down by the crossroads
pullin’ rounds for them lost souls
stayed down never lost toes (?)
ten strong, get my heart go, woah
who do you blame?
i claim my own inhibition
i’m dodging scars, broken hearts
made me change up the vision
i need them cars, superstars
tryin’ to switch up the livin’
i played my part though
reveal (?) them cars slow
i kept my heart cold
them pills to swallow, yeah

[chorus: moe pope]
i told the bartender
fill up my cup
can’t get enough
i’ll be sippin’ till the bottle’s done
done
done
done
done
done
and i ain’t leavin till the f-ckin’ mornin’ come

i told the bartender
fill up my cup
can’t get enough
i’ll be sippin’ till the bottle’s done
done
done
done
done
done
and i ain’t leavin till the f-ckin’ mornin’ come

[verse 4: jared evan]
as day comes and night falls
for the rest of our lives we’ll miss y’all
even though life must go on
we still mourn while wishin’ y’all were home

as day comes and night falls
for the rest of our lives we’ll miss y’all
and even though life must go on
we still mourn while wishin’ y’all were home

we change the seasons
sign (?) up and down
it’s almost like yesterday (yesterday)
it comes back around (back around)

and i try
to make it out alive
don’t wanna rewind
so many times

[chorus: moe pope]
i told the bartender
fill up my cup
can’t get enough
i’ll be sippin’ till the bottle’s done
done
done
done
done
done
and i ain’t leavin till the f-ckin’ mornin’ come

i told the bartender
fill up my cup
can’t get enough
i’ll be sippin’ till the bottle’s done
done
done
done
done
done
and i ain’t leavin till the f-ckin’ mornin’ come

- stl gld

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