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john tr3 pritchett - blank draft lyrics

[verse 1]
a n+gga been slap boxing with god for quite a second
it’s only fair we shoot the fair so i can get my blessings
feeling like jacob inside my hood, sh+t i think we fit descriptions
i think i failed to mention that i got different intentions
i wonder if he realized his sins would lead the way to redemption, a new beginning
but they’ll never name a nation after a n+gga spitting
sh+t what we want is different
what you chasing is closure, what i’m chasing is distance
you was labeled a fraud sh+t no labels will call
yo size nine fives ain’t fit for this walk
a blow to hip and permanent limp isn’t what i desire
but god d+mnit, i got a feeling this sh+t just might be required i

[chorus]
keep fumbling, keep stumbling, keep falling
keep trying, keep lying, keep falling
keep wondering, don’t worry this sh+t gon’ come around
one more time, i said i
keep fumbling, keep stumbling, keep falling
keep trying, keep lying, keep falling
keep wondering, don’t worry this sh+t gon’ come around

[verse 2]
you know what’s a deadly combination
lack of potential and alot of exaggeration
i’ve been a victim of exceeding people’s expectations
or even meeting ’em and leading ’em to a better places
hard to disperse every memory made inside that bas+m+nt
so chase your fear with some hennessy and the pain erases
include a gram and your transpositions a local sp+ceship
and you’ll forget why the pain received such an invitation
the modern malcom with exes lining around the block
when i sign my name by the x and i exit around the block
they can’t express their regrets when i’m in the honda civic
swerving ’til and i crashed and begged my honor for a lighter sentence
gotta light the l to get involved with all this k!lling c
cyphers inside of cyphers i’m likely to end in rikers
i’m bagging it like it’s diapers, so call the ambulance
i broke the rapper’s legs so i know that y’all couldn’t stand a chance
and i remember when i used to fear that substance
i promised momma i would stay above the pain
but i exchanged the lane of abstinence for drugs and change
and now i smoke a dub with shane, swear this lifes a shame, but still i

- john tr3 pritchett lyrics

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