STL GLD - Done

Mama was a rolling stone
Papa never held his own
and he would pretend to be
god like in hindsight
is he related
his face is escaping memory incidentally I'm good
I was tossed to the wolves
I pulled myself out the hood
stood on my own
I was alone
roaming ‘round the neighborhood
I heard the guns popping
clutching on a yellow walkman
Ed O. G. inside my headphones
the city lights is always watching
Murderers, Devils and
fiends are like zombies marching
my friends have been dying often
young kings that will lie in coffins
Boston my safe haven
tho many days
are laced in misfortune
I’m not wanted
we been disregarded
discarded
seems like they plotted
planned for our falling
life is shocking
This ain't earth
this is hell
fuck what you call it
fuck what you call it
fuck what you call it
We survived
the world’s ills
Moms at work
Dads in jail
cops on that overkill
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 GLD tho
I just want to get off the carousel
life is way too real
they don't want us
they like us in hell
they want us to fail
that's just how I feel
They ain't miss no meals
they the ones who kill
whose been supplying these pills
Dorothy clicking heels
no place like home
no place like home
no place like home
I'm to far too gone

I told the bartender
Fill up my cup
can't get enough
I'll be sipping
till the bottles done, done, done
and I leaving till the fucking morning come

Written by:
Dominic Correia, Janos Fulop, Jared Siegel, Maurice Pope

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Lyrics © Sentric Music

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