Jessie Murph - Gucci Mane (with Lyrics & Subtitles)
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Jessie Murph - Gucci Mane (en) Lyrics
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I'm from Alabama, I'm 'bout 4'11
I've got a shitty father and
I'd like to go to Heaven
Internally, I'm scrappy but
I'm afraid to fight
I prefer to keep my hoops
in so I stay in at night
They tell me not to falter,
to tell 'em who I am
But I'm not fucking sure,
I know I love shitty men
They normally contribute to
the state that I'm in
This place that I'm in, this
fucking state that I'm in
Sometimes in the morning,
I feel bad when I get up
And I'll look around my house, and
I'll look at all the stuff
And I get to feeling guilty
and I think about my mom
I'm the first one in my family
to see a million bucks
No, I don't wanna talk about it
I'd rather write my way around it
'Cause I don't wanna talk about it
No, I don't like the way it sounded
And I don't know no one around here
And I don't wanna talk about it
I don't wanna talk about it
I'm not much of a cooker but
I like to make my pasta
I throw it in the pot and I mix it with
the thought of losing all I've ever had,
losing all I've ever fought for
And then I get high and I
wonder what it's all for
I write songs about my father and
the fucked up shit he did
But I take one out the chamber 'cause
I'm learning to forgive
I would rather not throw him
right up under the bus
Though I used to wish someday that
he'd get hit by that bus
I would like to not be bitter
and not take that back
And I prefer it sweet but still
I take my coffee black
And it's four in the morning
and I wake up in a sweat
Paranoid that someone's there,
it's only ever just the wind
I wanna write my way around it
No, I don't like the way it sounds
So now that I'm twenty and
I'm trying to figure out
What the hell to do with love and
what the hell to do without
I walk in with my head high,
I feel like a tall child
I sampled Lemonade and
made Gucci Mane proud
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