And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see
Try being what someone wants you to be, messes with your psychiatry/
I can hear the bells ringing off the nice dream truck
And you're waiting for someone to come and pick you up/
Shook ones get crooked funds for being wack
Den i tell that ho ain't no coming back
Free 2pac is all that's on a nigga's mind
I scream at night for someone to find
But there was something about this chick, being away from her
I'm playing cody, smoking stogies, make the rhythm better
Gunning down people for being bullied by geeks
Maybe i should buy some hundreds, wear some fucking skinny jeans
He screamed out for god, but there was no one there.
Years back you believed that the world was fair
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