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versuri we always worry - yaxton

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vers 1
i notice time is tickin away – and my life gotta change
cuz the past has been a failure – n im still locked in chains
ain’t too much that has been changin’ – exept fo my age
even tho’ i kept on smilin – my hearts in a cage

and the tears that i been cryin – never touchin my face
cuz if i said it would be lyin – like i spit in yo face
and these 7 years of dyin – it was only a phase
but tho’ all that im denying – wasn’t part of the race

tho i only hang with addicts – and some drug pushas too
i would never touch a drug again – i’ll leave that to you
sure im drinkin every weekend – but what tha f-ck should i do?
and yea i know what u be thinkin – so what? yea f-ck you

n oh yea i never been a gangster – i never said i was
tho im known around the corners – doesnt make me a thug
but i heard some people talkin – bout me sayin i was
are you f-ckin kiddin me? – now are u stoopid or what??

hook
the world is full of bullsh-t
(sh-t, what you talkin bout?)
that world is full of bullsh-t
(sh-t, what you talkin bout?)
we always worry bout what people think
and is half of it some bullsh-t
(sh-t, what you think?)

the world is full of bullsh-t
(sh-t, what you talkin bout?)
that world is full of bullsh-t
(sh-t, what you talkin bout?)
we always worry bout what people think
and is half of it some bullsh-t
(sh-t, what you think?)

vers 2
i worry everyday but never really edmit it
so fo once ima be straight and really say what im feelin
sh-t is buggin me – but im strivin on pride
and its k!llin me but i never man up to cry

its a complicated life yea i figured that out
and i been livin such a lie – chea h-ll, no doubt
and with the tatts on my body and the rep that i got
doesnt really help me out n doesnt come as a chock

that smokin weed everyday changed to speed n pills
and the drugs turned to issues when my homies got k!lled
and i always miss a funeral – but i visit their graves
and always hear it was so beautiful – and all of em prayed

but to picture another homie – in a casket up front
while im sittin in a church – and just wanna get out
to me it doesnt make since – but to others it will
i reather talk at the grave, get us drunk and just chill

hook. x2

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