ฟังเพลงTried to Shoot (Explicit)

Tried To Shoot - Brotha Lynch Hung/Yukmouth/JV

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 f**ked 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 a** up with the ralo

And hit the road explode n**gas with old vendettas

I talk alot of sh*t 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

S*it's hella f**ked 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

I put the gun to my head head

Tried to shoot shoot

I think I'm better off dead dead

Where's my kids kids

Make sure they ain't around around

Tell 'em I love love

Tell 'em bend down on the ground ground

Plug ya ears 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'mma miss you too believe it

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'mma miss you too believe it

Got dealt some bad punches

But I'mma 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 f**k 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 f**k me

Might as well go head and let me murder myself

N**gas got hate for me anyway

Take it it's hell

And if I see you at the funeral

I'mma reach out for you

That one up in the corner

Give his a** to the coroner

He just another foreigner all in my mix

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

'Cuz I maintain my composure never tellin' the plan

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

I put the gun to my head head

Tried to shoot shoot

I think I'm better off dead dead

Where's my kids kids

Make sure they ain't around around

Tell 'em I love love

Tell 'em bend down on the ground 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'mma miss you too believe it