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pat francis - won't be long lyrics

[hook]
it won’t be long til they need somebody, but they gonna stay lonely (it won’t long) (x2)

[verse]
it won’t be long til they need somebody, but they never will love me
it’s some custody, glutton and some poetry, suddenly that’s reluctantly functioning
taking all me wondering like tsunamis that hit (d-mn)
and whether i’m quick, but you know you must sprint
til your leg needs a splint, then you keep running til you got nothing to give
see, this how i live, most wanna just sin
and i know i’m not perfect but i’m aware of this sh-t
i feel bad for my past, i feel scared for my future
i don’t wanna be trash, i don’t wanna be a loser
i’m tryna be a tutor, tryna teach these students, that’s how i do it
everyday is a struggle, i just wanna stay in bed
demons under me, but them angels overhead
most left unsaid, so many mislead
you can wake up and press reset instead
they be sleeping through the days, long slumber through the months
p-ssed out through the years, you only living once
fizz activated now it’s all condemnated
al pacino avocated, that’s the devil b-tch
you can be without a roof or you can get rich
you can stack a couple of dollars or just spend that sh-t
and i’m just playing, i ain’t sayin, himalayan like i’m climbing up a mountain
and i’m counting all this money as it’s flowing in the fountain
and that’s how it go b-tch (that’s how it go b-tch)
and that’s what you know b-tch (that’s what you know b-tch)
and that’s how it go b-tch, that’s how it go b-tch
and that’s how it go, how it go
bottles flowing, swishers blowing, b-tches going down
drinking vodka til they drown, all this money goes around
20,000 for the night, wasted all like this sh-t not right
that could be the salary, spend it on a valory
now she tryna suck the d, and f-cking the whole crew
cause that’s what it do, these night are so rare
i don’t care motherf-cker, you just stare at this sh-t that i’m doing
it’s all entertainment so why are these haters complaining
this sh-t is so pointless, b-tch you know you can’t appoint this
the rare redhead reaper rapping riots on this record
rolling joints, and you know it’s the rizzla
it’s the fizz loc, how it go ho, what you know ho, got the sour
twist it up like the head of the girl from the exorcist
come through your tv like the b-tch from the ring
you know what’s i bring, fizzle on this track, i ain’t gonna sink

- pat francis lyrics

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