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Three Doors Down When I M Gone

sucker Talkin' bout how foul I'm livin' Someone heard him Poppin' that shit last week Frontin' for some pussy From some big butt freak Sayin' I'm his worker I

for blue or for blow I guess From Bankhead at the old projects No more stress, now I'm straight Now I get it, now I take time to think Before I make

I gotta say it three times Can I get three fellows? Three times, uh, good God, ha All right now, all right Now if I ask for four Is it possible I can

to that ass over the hook So when you slip, gots it, I ride up on it I had to maintain my mental frame, and now I'm Boneless Word sound 'til I'm foamin

Holice gonna smoke my ass I can feel my life (Son!) passin' I know I'm bout to die too And just before I left I said "Dad, I love you (I love you, Dad

I miss him, just words, and I lived it in life And I take it step by step, but I take it in Christ 'Cuz I'm knowin I can't make it alone You told me

I'm more raw than red snapper in the pacific ocean More raw than the brick as soon as you split it open Talkin', the kitchen smokin, Talkin' the pots bubbling I

hemi no doubt I'm New York cities pharaoh, I'll have you starin' Down the barrel, you got 'em good, get 'em it's cool, hit 'em When I come through I'm

, What there was will never be Now i'm blind and can not see. Kiss me while i'm still alive, Kill me while i kiss the sky Let me die on my own