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• Artiste: Chubby Jag
• Titre: The Grieveing Process
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Featuring Mike-Dash-E (RIP Meassa Vitug) (Chorus) I've been lonely I've been waiting for you I'm pretending and that's all I can do The love I'm sending Ain't making it through to your heart (Verse 1) Pops dead, mama used to work alot Needed my own shit,it had me on my terf alot I barely pray used to be up in the church alot But stress will get you down I be rolling up the purple lot All the nigga have his dreams where the fuck is we going Show and tell, we ain't tell but fuck it we show it About time a nigga shining, home fucking we glowing Out of drinks but I ain't tripping homie, fuck we blowing Coke, bitches, music, rockstar Flashing on 'em like I'm in front of a cop car Jack of all trades Lil Biggie with the Pac bars My flow raw holmes, someone say that it's rock hard Never thought that I get paid for a verse Even paid for a show I should be layed in a hearse Keep chilling watch us hussle when the streets dealing For crack addicts it's black magic I'm Meek Mill ,Chubby (Chorus) I've been lonely I've been waiting for you I'm pretending and that's all I can do The love I'm sending Ain't making it through to your heart (Verse 2) I was dead broke waiting for a cheque to come But that's like one head waiting for a neck to come Fuck the law, where I'm from we accept the gun If you gonna bring a nigga bring it, don't expect to run You think Cash trouble he call me the reckless one I fuck with eses I got all I connect this one I love weed though I'm fucking with the meds Got that old school feeling sound like Busta with the dreads I be taking bitches home got 'em bustin' in the bed Never sell I never told I won't say nothing to the feds I be grinding all day homie, really don't deserve the critics I promise your wife a whole lot but she deserve to get it I wanted right , how did I make it so wrong Got that feeling that it's coming but it's taking so long Chubby, why do I feel I'm in the fucking curse I swear depending on another is the fucking worse P-dog , Larsony fam you know the team Grind till we make it home , my motto is show the green 'Bout 5 so it's nothing I be bust in flames A lil weed , a lil lean for this fucking pain Nigga clouded , got me standing in the fucking rain All this bread for this fucking game (Chorus) I've been lonely I've been waiting for you I'm pretending and that's all I can do The love I'm sending Ain't making it through to your heart