Brotha Lynch 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 a 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, eat that ass up with the (?)

And hit the
road, explode niggaz with open (?)

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 ballin, 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



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