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sane - holy gabbana lyrics

[intro]
yeah
gabbana
ayy, ayy
(run that bag, torreto)

[chorus]
i been through the rain, i been through some pain
i been in them streets with no where to sleep beggin’ for change
before i got on, it wasn’t known that so many problems come with this fame
been through so much, but god kept me sane
cannot let satan knock me off my game
look, yeah, i don’t want no problems, want no problems no more
i fell in love with gettin’ high ’cause that was my way to cope
i thought them pills would numb the pain, but drugs just made it show
now i don’t even want them problems, want them problems no more
[verse 1]
i come from the bottom, raised around k!llers and robbers
my city so dangerous, teenagers can’t hit the store without clutchin’ a knocker
done spoke to some juveniles locked up in juvie, they look up to me like a father
influenced by me ’cause i use to be the one goin’ to jail causin’ problems
now i’m older, i gotta move smarter and my four year old son need a father
when you livin’ for god and tryna do right, satan just make yo’ life harder
now my lil’ brother dirk catchin’ charges
he don’t listen, he thuggin’ regardless
try to set an example, but he can’t forget all them nights that we slept on the carpet
it be hurtin’ my heart, bts of my life it get dark
and i know i got christ but it’s hard, and my lawyer still fightin’ that charge
see i’m still tryna get it together, i won’t be any good behind bars
tryna make sure my family straight, tryna bring ’em all back to the lord
yes, lord

[chorus]
i been through the rain, i been through some pain
i been in them streets with no where to sleep beggin’ for change
before i got on, it wasn’t known that so many problems come with this fame
been through so much, but god kept me sane
cannot let satan knock me off my game
look, yeah, i don’t want no problems, want no problems no more
i fell in love with gettin’ high ’cause that was my way to cope
i thought them pills would numb the pain, but drugs just made it show
now i don’t even want them problems, want them problems no more
[verse 2]
didn’t have my father
’cause the streets had him yoked by the collar
my ma’ had a job, but the money wasn’t there
had me stealin’ clothes out of school lockers
use to smoke back to back like a rasta
but i kept endin’ up at the doctors
all i seen growin’ up was my parents fighting and my step daddy drownin’ in vodka
i gotta testimony, don’t you just press up on me
i done been sucker punched, back stabbed, but n0body check up on me
i done been to jail before and they laughed when i got arrested, homie
now i give it all to god and they mad ’cause i got these blessings on me

- holy gabbana lyrics

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