Diabolic

Diabolic - Behind Bars lyrics

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wake up to Vodka Tonic, Child support-Lots of chronic

Hung-Over-Blunt rolled'up, Just tryin' not to vomit

The God's honest truth, I cut my baby momma loose

Cuz the bitch got rotten roots & made me wanna cock'& shoot

Cops in hot pursuit, Just doing what I gotta do

I'm out makin' product move' She claims that I'm knockin' boots

But how the fuck's my daughter gon' be proud of poppa deux

If daddy's broke got no loot, Can't afford to cop her shoes

That's not what fathers do I make sure my daughter eats

Lock the door before she sleeps, Try to keep her off the street

Her momma tortures me, Ofcourse I'm force to deal with it'

All this drama brought to me like I'm some sort of meal ticket

I feel sickness nauseated by the hunger pain

Ain't tryna run the game, I wanna peace' Fuck the fame

What's an aim' Got my mother lookin' at her son in shame

So I'm drinking, Thinkin' back like when's it all gonna change?

Life ain't shit but liquor & splittin' L's

Closed off to the outside world in a shell

Behind bars feeling more like I'm in a cell

Attitude's like' I don't give a fuck, Give'em hell (x2)

I'm an alcoholic pot-smoker, Chances are I'm not sober

But I don't make my seed deal with the chip on her pop'shoulder

I never got over feeling like I've been forsaken

Broke'Living in this basement' Out of loss for inspiration

Commiting sins of Satan to fill these dinner plates

And have some dough to finish makin'a lying thief's vindication

Been as patient as I can but now I'm finished waitin'

I'ma bring the winds of change for some kind of simulation

My innovation coulda've got me major label love

But I can't lie instead of swallowing my pride, I taste my blood

The weight above from this paper left my shoulder's crushed

Like I'm in a cobra clutch, Stuck bein' broke as fuck

My wifey now is real' claims I never open up

Why you always goin'buckwild like you smoking dust?

I don't know enough to answer' I apologize

I'm just stoppin'by to tell you'for I take this shot & hide

Life ain't shit but liquor & splittin' L's

Closed off to the outside world in a shell

Behind bars feeling more like I'm in a cell

Attitude's like' I don't give a fuck, Give'em hell (x2)

I sold drugs and took a few, All my friends took'em too

Guzzeling that crooked brew Ain't shit I'm shook to do

Wifey said' Think of how ya mom will look at you

Now I'm apologizing to her for the shit I've put her through

Used to think there were some people I just couldn't loose

Burn a bridge watch and turn this shit rebuild good as new

That wouldn't prove to be true the more I recollect

I was wrong but better yet' Greedy for that treasure chest

Left for death, The pressure gets to me to eat a meal

Makes it hard to keep it real, All I do is cheat & steal

What I see & feel is bottled up like ketamine

Replaced by diamond nickle schemes, Balanced on a triple beam

Every relationship I had got blown to smithereens

Drama I was in between' Wiped'em out like Mr.Clean

I lived a dream thinkin' I wake up and save the day

That's all I came to say Now I'ma drink the pain away

Life ain't shit but liquor & splittin' L's

Closed off to the outside world in a shell

Behind bars feeling more like I'm in a cell

Attitude's like' I don't give a fuck, Give'em hell (x4)

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