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cgsongs - other side lyrics

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[verse 1]
running with my brain on a track
thinking that this time we’re better on the other side of the tracks
i don’t want to f+cking slack
i just want a better life for my mom, my dad, my future kids and wife
staying up another night
’til i fall back in the grave
when the rain of god is here another f+cking day
[?] they only gotta pray
but he’s an assh0l+, doesn’t answer anyway
man, i’m f+cking up all day and it never gets better
all they have from god is this super rainy weather
everybody [?], man they wanna [?]
but that’s some [?] sh+t
now i’m saying that i’m busy working on a song in the afternoon
thinking i’ma bе real wasted soon
pretty surе i’m forgetting you
i don’t know what i should do

[verse 2]
what i should do is leave
god doesn’t have to see
n0body ever believe
all they want is this
[?] go back to being me
in the seventh grade
that’s the sh+t that i hate
leave that out in the rain
haven’t told my d+mn mates
always ending up late (hey!)
[verse 3]
stand before, look [?]
think i wanna hit the road
all i wanna do is go, go
get away from everyone
so i can focus on myself
’cause you weigh me down now
’til i’ll never be myself

[verse 4]
all they care is [?] shelves
man they really f+ckin’ selfish, only looking for themselves
say i left because i [?], we all know that that’s a lie
all these motherf+ckin’ vultures only waiting ’til i die

[bridge]
god d+mn (god d+mn)
i’m the motherf+ckin’ man that you’re talking ’bout
god d+mn (god d+mn)
i got people out there tryna rob my d+mn clout
god d+mn (god d+mn)
i’m the motherf+ckin’ man that you’re talking ’bout
god d+mn (god d+mn)
i got people out there tryna rob my d+mn clout

[verse 5]
tryin to use me like a condiment
i was saying “thank you”, that’s a compliment
if you used to talk sh+t, now you [?]
come on let’s be honest, it means i’m winnin’ at this game
my own two parents didn’t think that this was sh+t
now i’ll bring some money to prove ’em wrong
all the kids at [?] called me an alcohol [?]
[?], now i made these f+cking songs



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