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Lirik Gucci Mane - Jessie Murph
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I'm from Alabama, I'm 'bout 4' 11"
I've got a shitty father, and I'd like to go to Heaven
Internally, I'm scrappy, but I'm afraid to fight
I prefer to keep my hoops in, so I stay in at night
They tell me not to falter to tell them who I am
But I'm not fucking sure, I know I love shitty men
They normally contribute to the state that I'm in
This place that I'm in, this fucking state that I'm in
Sometimes in the morning, I feel bad when I get up
And I look around my house, and I look at all the stuff
I get to feeling guilty and I think about my mom
I'm the first one in my family to see a million bucks
No
I don't wanna talk about it
I'd rather write my way around it
'Cause I don't wanna talk about it
No
I don't like the way it's sounding
And I don't know no one around here
And I don't wanna talk about it
I don't wanna talk about it
I'm not much of a cooker, but I like to make my pasta
I throw it in a pot, and I mix it with the thought of
Losing all I've ever had, losing all I've ever fought for
And then I get high and I wonder what it's all for
I write songs about my father and the fucked up shit he did
But I take one out the chamber 'cause I'm learning to forgive
I would rather not throw him right up under the bus
Though I used to wish some day that he'd get hit by that bus
I would like to not be bitter, yeah, and I'd take that back
And I prefer sweet, but still, I take my coffee black
It's 4:00 in the morning and I wake up in a sweat
Paranoid that someone's there, it's only ever just the wind
Oh
I don't wanna talk about it
I wanna write my way around it
But I don't wanna talk about it
No
I don't like the way it sounds
And I don't know no one around here
And I don't wanna talk about it
Somehow now I'm twenty and I'm trying to figure out
What the hell to do with love and what the hell to do without
I walk in with my head held high, I feel like a tall child
I'll sample Lemonade to make Gucci Mane proud
I've got a shitty father, and I'd like to go to Heaven
Internally, I'm scrappy, but I'm afraid to fight
I prefer to keep my hoops in, so I stay in at night
They tell me not to falter to tell them who I am
But I'm not fucking sure, I know I love shitty men
They normally contribute to the state that I'm in
This place that I'm in, this fucking state that I'm in
Sometimes in the morning, I feel bad when I get up
And I look around my house, and I look at all the stuff
I get to feeling guilty and I think about my mom
I'm the first one in my family to see a million bucks
No
I don't wanna talk about it
I'd rather write my way around it
'Cause I don't wanna talk about it
No
I don't like the way it's sounding
And I don't know no one around here
And I don't wanna talk about it
I don't wanna talk about it
I'm not much of a cooker, but I like to make my pasta
I throw it in a pot, and I mix it with the thought of
Losing all I've ever had, losing all I've ever fought for
And then I get high and I wonder what it's all for
I write songs about my father and the fucked up shit he did
But I take one out the chamber 'cause I'm learning to forgive
I would rather not throw him right up under the bus
Though I used to wish some day that he'd get hit by that bus
I would like to not be bitter, yeah, and I'd take that back
And I prefer sweet, but still, I take my coffee black
It's 4:00 in the morning and I wake up in a sweat
Paranoid that someone's there, it's only ever just the wind
Oh
I don't wanna talk about it
I wanna write my way around it
But I don't wanna talk about it
No
I don't like the way it sounds
And I don't know no one around here
And I don't wanna talk about it
Somehow now I'm twenty and I'm trying to figure out
What the hell to do with love and what the hell to do without
I walk in with my head held high, I feel like a tall child
I'll sample Lemonade to make Gucci Mane proud
