OTHER SIDE Songtext
von G40
OTHER SIDE Songtext
(Pipe that shit up, TnT)
I been callin′, they don't hear me
I′m tired of talkin' through security
Court tomorrow, yeah, I feel you, ain't seen my mama in a minute
It′s a war off in my city, no, I cannot be a victim
I chase opps, I don′t chase liquor
My heart gone, I miss prescriptions
Let me tell you 'bout the other side
Ain′t been the same since Caine died
Can't seem to ease my mind, somebody tell me why
Pine-sol with this cutter, catch my mans and I′ma leave him fried
This shit a blessing and a curse, I'm goin′
Up, my niggas dead, covered in dirt
I ain't gon' liе, but we done seen
It all and really been through worsе
People tryna put the blame on us, we the reason for these shirts
Fuck a ball, let ′em hurt, we who felt that pain first
And we ain′t killin' for no reason, boy, I saw my dawg hurt
I been callin′, they don't hear me
I′m tired of talkin' through security
Court tomorrow, yeah, I feel you, ain′t seen my mama in a minute
It's a war off in my city, no, I cannot be a victim
I chase opps, I don't chase liquor
My heart gone, I miss prescriptions
Let me tell you ′bout the other side
Ain′t been the same since Caine died
Can't seem to ease my mind, somebody tell me why
Pine-sol with this cutter, catch my mans and I′ma leave him fried
This shit a blessing and a curse, I'm goin′
Up, my niggas dead, covered in dirt
I been callin′, they don't hear me
I′m tired of talkin' through security
Court tomorrow, yeah, I feel you, ain't seen my mama in a minute
It′s a war off in my city, no, I cannot be a victim
I chase opps, I don′t chase liquor
My heart gone, I miss prescriptions
Let me tell you 'bout the other side
Ain′t been the same since Caine died
Can't seem to ease my mind, somebody tell me why
Pine-sol with this cutter, catch my mans and I′ma leave him fried
This shit a blessing and a curse, I'm goin′
Up, my niggas dead, covered in dirt
I ain't gon' liе, but we done seen
It all and really been through worsе
People tryna put the blame on us, we the reason for these shirts
Fuck a ball, let ′em hurt, we who felt that pain first
And we ain′t killin' for no reason, boy, I saw my dawg hurt
I been callin′, they don't hear me
I′m tired of talkin' through security
Court tomorrow, yeah, I feel you, ain′t seen my mama in a minute
It's a war off in my city, no, I cannot be a victim
I chase opps, I don't chase liquor
My heart gone, I miss prescriptions
Let me tell you ′bout the other side
Ain′t been the same since Caine died
Can't seem to ease my mind, somebody tell me why
Pine-sol with this cutter, catch my mans and I′ma leave him fried
This shit a blessing and a curse, I'm goin′
Up, my niggas dead, covered in dirt
Writer(s): Thomas Horton, Camarion Allen Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

