Brotha Lynch Hung Tried To Shoot Lyrics

Tried To Shoot Lyrics

I be havin' bad dreams about doin' bad things



No money, my momma is gone, it's a sad thing



And the devil is laughin, if there was such a thing



You couldn't weigh my problems out with a human triple beam



I'm all fucked up, you might find me in the dump truck



Gin in my cup, hundred and fifty on the rough



I'm a tough act to follow, leave your chest hollow



See it ain't that tough, heat that ass up with the ralo



And hit the road, explode niggas with old vendettas



I talk alot of shit so my click pack berettas to rip back your leather 



The world is cold, you could find me inside the bottle at 15 years old



I was tired of all the arguin', fussin', and fightin'



Ten years later I'm borrowin, adjusting the mic and



Try'na make it through these hard times, tellin' my problems



But who cares, everybody I know got 'em



I'm upstairs, starin' out the window drinkin O.E



I know this bottle really love me, I love you too



You be helpin' me through my problems, killin' my fears



And you understand when I break down you bring out the tears



And you give me heart, but I just can't take it



Shit's hella fucked up, bad luck, just can't shake it



Half way to the grave, half way from birth



Try'na wonder what my life is worth



I think I'm cursed







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I put the gun to my head, tried to shoot



I think I'm better off dead, where's my kids?



Make sure they ain't around, tell 'em I love um



Tell 'em bend down on the ground, plug ya ears



What you hear ain't nothin' but a cartoon



A bad dream, your daddy, he comin' back soon



In another form, re-born, with some great expectations



I'ma miss you too, believe it







Got dealt some bad punches, but I'ma roll with it



Got served some bad lunches, so who can I trust?



Got love and I don't want it, who's teachin' me hate?



Got hate when I don't need it, I believe in my faith



Diagnosed manic depressive, only learned one lesson



And that's fuck it, forget it, and let it die like the rest of 'em



Battled with the best of 'em, they can't touch me



Then shadowed out the rest of 'em, you can't fuck me



Might as well go 'head and let me murder myself



Niggas got hate for me anyway, take it, it's hell



And if I see you at the funeral, I'ma reach out for you



That one up in the corner, give his ass to the coroner



He just another foreigner, all in my mix 



Don't have the slightest idea how I'm feelin 'bout shit



Cuz I maintain my composure, never tellin' the plan



My brain stained in dosia, I'm tellin' you man







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