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off the bottle - baby jay 951 lyrics

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[verse 1:]

my heart torn on this road, a lonely desperado
i play it dumb but i’m a g*nius, what the h-ll do i know?
where i’m going nothing good i’m not the best to follow
if i make it through the day i’ll figure out the rest tomorrow

and it’s depressing, rest -ssured i feel the pressure creeping
peeking out my window with my weapon, stressing never sleeping
know i’m doing wrong no second guessing, i just measure reasons
for my actions then i”m going with whatever’s less demeaning

i’ve been meaning to address just where i’ve been lately
battling addiction, through the worst i feel my friends hate me
think i’m at the point of return but i could still save me
got me on prescriptions, doctors trying to make me pill crazy

yeah i got a couple screws loose but tell me who doesn’t?
all of my work bee in rotation, you can’t tell me who buzzing
if it’s a case f-ck 12, heard you could sell a few dozen
& what we smoking on loud, pepé le pew with the onions

i know that i could die tomorrow, i’d be 10-4
i’ma need a check for every dollar that i’ve been poor
releasing work watching my all followers just spin more
knew i was the greatest 6 years, this what i live towards

talking to jesus, told me he knew he couldn’t stop me
said you god d-mn right , i’m what his daddy couldn’t copy
molly by the tea spoon, a bag of shrooms in my coffee
i’m tired of these f-cking rappers half -ss doing it sloppy

[hook:]

it goes 1, 2, 3 and to the four
your best sh-t ain’t coming near the worst record that i store
anybody could get it, i’m ricky bobby to win it
at this point to be specific, i’m never stressing the war

and i could paint a million pictures, i can change the way you move your brain
all the pills & elixirs couldn’t remove the pain
who’s to blame? aw shoot, what a shame
too bad he had to die before somebody knew his name

[verse 2:]

oh no… good golly tell me ain’t that some sh-t
you mean to tell me ain’t n-body heard this man when he spit?
look how he coming in the game with his hand on the cl-t
he need every d-mn trophy you can hand him, that’s it

i’ll take my check paid advance and record sales on the 1st
and one thing about the boy… he only mailing out the work
now a days i need payment if i’m helping with a verse
you wanna multiply the numbers? take a bet, this sh-t works

you either got it or you don’t there ain’t no if ands or maybes
put my homies on the team so we can split the bands crazy
everybody not gonna like it but respect they gonna pay me
i’m the one who put that mothaf-ckin’ jay to the baby

i know that, its easy to judge me because i’m an alcoholic
know your number going voicemail, i’m still about to call it
tears dropping, hennessy running out the faucet
think i got it down, these recents weeks i found i lost it

all bad & nothing good, send help 2017
everybody know my ship sunk now its sailing clean
tryna tour the world and visit places that i’ve never seen
chase a dream, money only something we could never bring

one thing i know for sure my life gonna carry on
sound wave playing through the future when i’m buried gone
long nights with the words, these the kind that it was scary on
living through the worst until i finish line the marathon

- baby jay 951 lyrics

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