This is a song about "Your gone die by yourself"

Baby, ain't saying names but we not the same

Aint nobody gone remember your name.

Cause i can't seem to see myself

Your better off shootin yourself

Making love to the streets, they be lusting for bread

Fuck, your a comedian, im gone, your red

Thats my surroundings in compton, have common sense

Either way your a part of it ,cant change yourself,

See, with you, i never see it wrong

Just wait one more word and your gone

And by god when she's gone you wanna slit your throat

Now i’m killing these shows, i just deliver the hope

To my young nationparticipation, more hesitation could turn lethal

Now your model, normally docile wife is gone, ticked by an illogical quarrel

List if things that i would die for such as to be kissed by your amazing lips

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