Told her that her pastor was a faggot and he likes john
I was wrong, i miss my mom, it's hard to remain calm.
We use cakes to get by, by the dudes in blue
The voice inside my head (i miss you, i miss you)
The .45 for you niggas with nine lives
I really remember and miss all those times
I had to fight back and shit
You looking dumb i couldn't miss it
Oh yeah we're old as fuck, we didn't have our glasses
I knew for sure, that's the person that i'd always miss.
I miss the way she walk and talk and i really miss her laughter/
Not even on the distance factor chicks who pick the rapper
I tried counting sheep, but there's one i always miss,
With hugs and kisses, valentine cards and birthday wishes
Because there ain't no coming back from that
I miss the times when i was glad
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