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Just me and you cutting purple rain in a drop head

We all know it takes two
They say they never really love you
Like they should until you drop dead
But this the life we choose
Woah, woah, woah, woah

Just me and you cutting purple rain in a drop head
We all know it takes two
They say they never really love you
Like they should until you drop dead

But this the life we choose
Woah, woah, woah, woah


Misguided youth, gotta provide the truth
I seen nightmares with my eyes open
Seem like lately life been moving fast, wild motions
He caught a body ′cause they side whooping, his side locing
Same old story, refuse to let another man take my glory
Sliding solo, if you ain't talking dollars then shit ain′t for me
That's the truth, right hand to the woman upstairs
Every day's a fight for my life, gotta come in prepared

I been declared that my reflection′s my only competition
Or maybe a Carolina Cole or a Compton Kendrick
Other than that you other dudes spitting ain′t in position

To hop in the ring and be tryna spar
Yo weight off, you don't match up, gotta check your heart
Every hour is happy hour, I set the bar
Ain′t no need for introducing myself, they know who we are
But won't admit who in charge until then we′ll look at the stars

Just me and you cutting purple rain in a drop head

We all know it takes two
They say they never really love you
Like they should until you drop dead
But this the life we choose
Woah, woah, woah, woah

Just me and you cutting purple rain in a drop head
We all know it takes two
They say they never really love you
Like they should until you drop dead


But this the life we choose
Woah, woah, woah, woah

Look, find out who you are, line up all your scars
Then compare 'em to mine, mine are on my face
And all over my body, I got tats all over those

My friends became my foes, I still remain composed
′Cause this the life I chose, I been down, ten toes
Been around, put homies under the ground
Then rose, not a sound, don't cry, I just move
'Cause God took him too soon, he ain′t give him no room
To grow, too slow, I know
But I never ask no questions ′cause I guess it all unfolds
Can't grow any garden in this world with gold
That′s why I never want it, just thoughts while I'm blunted

Always keep it two hundred
′Cause you gotta be double as good to get half of it

And I ain't make the rules, I′m just telling the math of it
Giving truth because I gotta with my rider
And he push a Porsche but I could take your bitch in my Sonata
Sorry for cussing