gangsta paradise
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•03 Oct 2022
living all my life i might be from HP in a southern gangstsa paradise but things dont seem right all we can do is bring it to the light when ya in the dark shining too bright being from homeland park ARs we running with no sights making fucked up remarks feeling l in like im mfuckng tony stark bein a ironman only one man can stand alone i grew up livinig in a can at the trailer park before. i ever thought bout finding journey to embark on sometimes it seems to feel wrong but at time i lose reality finding myself dreaming about having a fatality maybe not getting mortality maybe gaining some true confidently long way from acknowledging that nobody existed tryin hard to keep my shit explicit when ya know its risky business leaving mfucking figiting then i miention somebody go missing reallize when i was young they had me on too much rediline that shit turn me out to be a menace to society find it hard to look for sobriety i stay smoking on that vatiety creeping creepin through quietly not be so politely it being in homeland park aint no gangsta paradise providing get lost in deciding party like im poscidin failed to rely on somebody depending on the situation when shit got real when things got in motion in a movement that dont seem to exist like it was a petense like leaving a dog whimpering but that shot aint to tempting coolieo gone be missed and its always gone be a true gangstas paradice get lost in homeland park all tied up being humun sacrifice so if u come around u better watch yo fucking mouth if you find yoself in the south up in homeland feelin like my mind is about gone money is power running on a game somebody hour after hour even my momma think mind is gone when i was in the street she would always tell me to come home but i always stay humble only i could keep myself from stumbling it being a struggle being hungry with ya / feelina a rumble in guess they wont i guess they will when they start speakin all hear is mumble always haven hard time with words that seem to stumble if i fall im gone get back up again stay having strong will how they deal with all the bullshit that seem to Surrounds us in our everyday live it ain't nothing but fuckery in discuise its enough to have luck and say its mine living most my Iife in a fucked up gangsta paradise living wild and free cause someday i will live the rest of my life in a gangsta paradise
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living all my life i might be from HP in a southern gangstsa paradise but things dont seem right all we can do is bring it to the light when ya in the dark shining too bright being from homeland park ARs we running with no sights making fucked up remarks feeling l in like im mfuckng tony stark bein a ironman only one man can stand alone i grew up livinig in a can at the trailer park before. i ever thought bout finding journey to embark on sometimes it seems to feel wrong but at time i lose reality finding myself dreaming about having a fatality maybe not getting mortality maybe gaining some true confidently long way from acknowledging that nobody existed tryin hard to keep my shit explicit when ya know its risky business leaving mfucking figiting then i miention somebody go missing reallize when i was young they had me on too much rediline that shit turn me out to be a menace to society find it hard to look for sobriety i stay smoking on that vatiety creeping creepin through quietly not be so politely it being in homeland park aint no gangsta paradise providing get lost in deciding party like im poscidin failed to rely on somebody depending on the situation when shit got real when things got in motion in a movement that dont seem to exist like it was a petense like leaving a dog whimpering but that shot aint to tempting coolieo gone be missed and its always gone be a true gangstas paradice get lost in homeland park all tied up being humun sacrifice so if u come around u better watch yo fucking mouth if you find yoself in the south up in homeland feelin like my mind is about gone money is power running on a game somebody hour after hour even my momma think mind is gone when i was in the street she would always tell me to come home but i always stay humble only i could keep myself from stumbling it being a struggle being hungry with ya / feelina a rumble in guess they wont i guess they will when they start speakin all hear is mumble always haven hard time with words that seem to stumble if i fall im gone get back up again stay having strong will how they deal with all the bullshit that seem to Surrounds us in our everyday live it ain't nothing but fuckery in discuise its enough to have luck and say its mine living most my Iife in a fucked up gangsta paradise living wild and free cause someday i will live the rest of my life in a gangsta paradise
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