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Photo album but the color faded from it
If I could go back and tell ya how it ends, I woulda done it
Don't look down
Don't look down
Friends and family took the alley to Miami
Got caught up and now my babies got no daddy, can you send me something?
I can't do all of this shouting on an empty stomach
I can't find myself no balance in this emptiness
By long way down, she meant the hole I dug myself
I can't keep control of myself, sometimes I just don't know my (Fuck that shit)
My bitch she bad, dawg, it's all in my head
If I could go back and tell ya how it ends, I woulda done it
Don't look down
Don't look down
Friends and family took the alley to Miami
Got caught up and now my babies got no daddy, can you send me something?
I can't do all of this shouting on an empty stomach
I can't find myself no balance in this emptiness
By long way down, she meant the hole I dug myself
I can't keep control of myself, sometimes I just don't know my (Fuck that shit)
My bitch she bad, dawg, it's all in my head
Mama told me, "Don't be shy," Seno said "Let's get this," watch how fast I switch this
What up to Gibs and Stunna Man
Watch my brother n'em while you can, aye
Shut up, them boys ain't coming out side
While I'm outside doing my dance
And I might juk, and juk, and juk, and juk and juk
And juk, and juk, and juk
Remember when I couldn't make ends
Then I made Ms and the shit made sense
I be looking through the
Photo album but the color faded from it
If I could go back and tell ya how it end, I woulda done it
Don't look down
Don't look down
What up to Gibs and Stunna Man
Watch my brother n'em while you can, aye
Shut up, them boys ain't coming out side
While I'm outside doing my dance
And I might juk, and juk, and juk, and juk and juk
And juk, and juk, and juk
Remember when I couldn't make ends
Then I made Ms and the shit made sense
I be looking through the
Photo album but the color faded from it
If I could go back and tell ya how it end, I woulda done it
Don't look down
Don't look down
Friends and family never cared about the Grammys
'Til I grew up out the hand-me-downs and bought the family house
I be looking through the photo album, you remember all the good old days? K Swiss and polo down
And Mama had to put a down payment by herself and ain't nobody even try to help
She went to jail and shit went left, and I was left
I did my best, I needed rest, I got arrested
Everybody looking at me like I'm not invested
Bitch, you know how hard I was stressing?
Please, don't call me with weekend plans
I'm ripping out all my hair
And bitch, I don't even dance
But sometimes I like to (Juk, juk, juk, juk, juk, juk)
(I like to juk, juk, juk, juk, juk, juk, juk)
I like to juk, juk-juk, juk, juk-juk
Juk, and juk, and juk, and juk and juk and
Juk, and juk, and juk, and juk
I be looking through the
Photo album but the color faded from it
If I could go back and tell you how it ends, I woulda done it
Don't look down
Don't look down
I like to juk, juk-juk, juk, juk-juk
Juk, and juk, and juk, and juk and juk and
Juk, and juk, and juk, and juk
I be looking through the
Photo album but the color faded from it
If I could go back and tell you how it ends, I woulda done it
Don't look down
Don't look down
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