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Part I — "Sing About Me" [Produced by Like of Pac Div] [Hook] When the lights shut off and it's my turn To settle down, my main concern Promise that you will sing about me Promise that you will sing about me I said when the lights shut off and it's my turn To settle down, my main concern Promise that you will sing about me Promise that you will sing about me [Verse 1] I woke up this morning and figured I'd call you In case I'm not here tomorrow I'm hopin' that I can borrow A peace of mind, I'm behind on what's really important My mind is really distorted I find nothin' but trouble in my life I'm fortunate you believe in a dream This orphanage we call a ghetto is quite a routine And last night was just another distraction or a reaction Of what we consider madness I know exactly what happened You ran outside when you heard my brother cry for help Held him like a newborn baby and made him feel Like everything was alright, and a fight he tried to put up But the type of bullet that stuck had went against his will As blood spilled on your hands, my plans rather vindictive Everybody's a victim in my eyes When I ride, it's a murderous rhythm And outside became pitch black A demon glued to my back, whispering: "Get 'em! [Verse 2] Dope on the corner, look at the coroner Daughter is dead, mother is mournin' her Stray bullets, AK bullets Resuscitation was waitin' patiently, but they couldn't Bring her back, who got the footage? I know that's not what I think that is Why are you so angry?" I got 'em, and I ain't give a fuck That same mentality that told my brother not to duck In actuality it's a trip how we trip off of colors I wonder if I'll ever discover a passion like you and recover The life that I knew as a youngin In pajamas and dun-ta-duns When thunder comes it rains cats and dogs Dumb niggas like me never prosper Prognosis of a problem child, I'm proud and well-devoted This Piru shit been in me forever So forever I'ma push it, wherever, whenever And I love you 'cause you love my brother like you did Just promise me you'll tell this story when you make it big And if I die before your album drop, I hope— [Hook] Promise that you will sing about me Promise that you will sing about me I said when the lights shut off and it's my turn To settle down, my main concern Promise that you will sing about me Promise that you will sing about me [Verse 2] You wrote a song about my sister on your tape And called it Section.80 The message resembled "Brenda's Got a Baby" What's crazy was I was hearin' about it But doubted your ignorance How could you ever just put her on blast and shit? Well, it's completely my future Her nigga behind me right now askin' for ass and shit And I'ma need that forty dollars Even if I gotta fuck, suck and swallow In the parking lot, Gonzales Park I'm followed by a married man, a father of three My titties bounce on the cadence of his tinklin' keys Matter of fact, he my favorite 'cause he tip me with E's He got a cousin named David and I seen him last week This is the life of another girl damaged by the system These foster homes, I run away and never do miss 'em See, my hormones just run away and if I can get 'em Back to where they used to be Then I'll probably be in the denim Of a family gene that show women how to be woman Or better yet, a leader, you need her to learn somethin' Then you probably need to beat her, that's how I was taught Three niggas in one room, first time I was tossed And I'm exhausted, but fuck that "Sorry for your loss" shit My sister died in vain, but what point are you tryna gain If you can't fit the pumps I walk in? Your rebuttal a little too late And if you have a album date Just make sure I'm not in the song, 'cause I don't need the attention: bring enough of that on my own And matter fact, did I mention that I physically feel great? Channel 9, cameras is lookin' It's hard to channel your energy when you know you crooked Banana clip, split his banana pudding I'm like Tre, that's Cuba Gooding I know I'm good at Dyin' of thirst, dyin' of thirst, dyin' of thirst [Verse 3] How many sins? I lost count Dreams of ballin' like Spalding But only shotty bounce The reaper callin', I'm cottonmouth Money is power (money is power) Yours is ours (yours is ours) Lay with a snitch, die with a coward Hope we get rich, hope we can tower Over the city with vanity with the music louder The same song, a black flower I'll show you how to Dye your thirst, dye your thirst, dye your thirst [Verse 4] What are we doin'? Hell is hot, fire is proven To burn for eternity, return of the student That never learned how to live righteous but how to shoot it Tired of runnin', choirs is hummin' Tell us to visit, we lyin' about comin' Now back to business, loadin' the guns in Back of the Buick, your hood is feudin' And the beef is bubblin', it's no discussion Hereditary, all of my cousins Dyin' of thirst, dyin' of thirst, dyin' of thirst [Verse 5] Too many sins, I'm runnin' out Somebody send me a well for the drought See, all I know, is takin' notes On takin' this life for granted, granted, if he provoke My best days, are stress days (Lord, forgive me for all my sins, for I not know—) My best days, are stress days Say: "Fuck the world," my sex slave Money, pussy and greed—what's my next crave? See, you young men are dying of thirst Do you know what that means?
Know that people of all genders may experience this, especially in youth but not just then.However, there is a particular pattern of cis white girls who date cis white boys whose political views “don’t match.” Except it’s not that their political views don’t match.It’s that his views exist in a framework wherein you are less of a person, with less agency, less competency, and less a nuanced inner life.Young women, especially, are groomed to acquiesce in moments of disagreement.Never is this more true that when the person you love, as a young person, has what appear to be fully-formed and forceful opinions about politics, current events, and ideologies.We right here on the block, my nigga." "Al- alright, nigga-- nigga just come-- alright, alright, just call me back, man, just call me back." "Arghh...
I'm tired of fuckin' runnin', I'm tired of this shit! " Part II — "I'm Dying of Thirst" [Produced by Skhye Hutch] [Verse 1] Tired of runnin', tired of huntin' My own kind but retirin' nothin' Tires are steady screechin', the driver is rubbin' Hands on the wheel, who said we wasn't Dyin' of thirst, dyin' of thirst, dyin' of thirst?
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