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letter to self - daemoney lyrics

[chorus: daemoney]
you can’t sip away your pain, you can’t smoke away your thoughts
you can’t keep blamin’ yourself for sh*t, you know that ain’t your fault
you gotta get up and keep runnin’, can’t get lost up in the sauce
sometimes you gotta be a worker if you wanna be a boss
gotta keep your chin up, you can’t trip after a loss
and you can’t love everybody ’cause emotion is a fault
keep them f*ck n*ggas away ’cause they might count up all your thoughts
best way to bless your n*gga is give the game that you was taught

[verse 1: daemoney]
it’s gettin’ realer in these streets, tossin’, turnin’ in my sheets
my b*tch like, “you scarin’ me,” i keep ridin’ with the heat
spent two thousand on a ‘fit, it ain’t sh*t, it’s just neat
they like, “why you gotta sip?” i don’t know, it’s just me
i don’t do no petty deals, ain’t nothin’ less than a p
been lеttin’ my nuts hang forever, nothin’ less than a g
i been stuck up on thеm xannies, i don’t really f*ck with e’s
tryna get high as i can so i can just kick it with t
i said i’ll never go broke again, i was on e
ran it up and then i blew it all again the next two weeks
this sh*t stack a lil’ different now, i’m takin’ care of me
crazy thoughts that i was havin’, man, that sh*t was scarin’ me
everything i’m goin’ through, i know god preparin’ me
these n*ggas know the slayer’s here, they need to beware of me
i can get whatever i want, i just need you there for me
my heart and my mind f*cked, gotta be careful with me
[chorus: daemoney]
you can’t sip away your pain, you can’t smoke away your thoughts
you can’t keep blamin’ yourself for sh*t, you know that ain’t your fault
you gotta get up and keep runnin’, can’t get lost up in the sauce
sometimes you gotta be a worker if you wanna be a boss
gotta keep your chin up, you can’t trip after a loss
and you can’t love everybody ’cause emotion is a fault
keep them f*ck n*ggas away ’cause they might count up all your thoughts
best way to bless your n*gga is give the game that you was taught

[verse 2: wtm milt]
n*gga, what’s a loss? it’s ’bout the bounce*back
he ain’t got no dog in him, he too comfortable bein’ f*cked up
keep somethin’ in your stash, you never know when that run up
i was type of n*gga to hit the store before the sun up
and you could ask bankroll, he was on that road with me
ask the slayer too, n*gga, he was on that road with me
probably a bad influence, i just wanted my n*ggas get money with me
they lined me up, i lost my f*ckin’ brother, he was supposed to come and get me

- daemoney lyrics

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