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Teach me how to forget, can you program regret
Only thing that wanna stay by my side is your bitch
Imagine that shit It's late January
And you're late on the house note kids looking scary
That's the type of shit that comes with, love, trust, emotion
All are pushed aside while you're both high and floatin
She's showing but it's over, another street soldier
Fam said it would happen had to let the bitch show ya
So ya, push a little rock, little bit of tree
Got yourself a plug that let em go for dirt cheap
Ain't shit free, homies tryna tax
Got the homies throwing racks at a couple of your raps
You ain't fall for the trap, why one and not the other
Love will make you drop your guard, streets will make you take cover
It's been raining a whole lot of pain, tryna stay dry
Is it possible, I passed every obstacle
Drug addiction, homed in a convict pool
They ain't listen, so I screamed with my street piece
Then I ain't listen, still screaming with my street piece
It's fucked up when peace doesn't feel as good as war
Going back and forth is not about the scoreboard
Maybe I'm fucked up and this ain't what I'm looking for
Maybe I'm fucked up and this ain't what I'm looking for
Teach me how to forget, can you program regret
Only thing that wanna stay by my side is your bitch
Imagine that shit It's late January
And you're late on the house note kids looking scary
That's the type of shit that comes with, love, trust, emotion
All are pushed aside while you're both high and floatin
She's showing but it's over, another street soldier
Fam said it would happen had to let the bitch show ya
So ya, push a little rock, little bit of tree
Got yourself a plug that let em go for dirt cheap
Ain't shit free, homies tryna tax
Got the homies throwing racks at a couple of your raps
You ain't fall for the trap, why one and not the other
Love will make you drop your guard, streets will make you take cover
It's been raining a whole lot of pain, tryna stay dry
Is it possible, I passed every obstacle
Drug addiction, homed in a convict pool
They ain't listen, so I screamed with my street piece
Then I ain't listen, still screaming with my street piece
It's fucked up when peace doesn't feel as good as war
Going back and forth is not about the scoreboard
Maybe I'm fucked up and this ain't what I'm looking for
Maybe I'm fucked up and this ain't what I'm looking for