Obie Trice - Spill My Drink lyrics

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[Intro]

Yeah...

Let me get right

[Obie Trice]

Muh'fuckers poppin at me

Baby mama say I can't, be the pappy all this propaganda with my family

E'rything I got wasn't hand to me

Had to hit the block so gradually became the man I be (be, be)

Sorry that my pop wasn't a man to me

Had to opt for different boyfriends my mammy handed me

Performin mammograms on her while I play Atari

Scarred me, horribly, horribly {*sips drink*}

Lock that thought out, but at times I lose perspective

No disrespect but I was forced to think reckless

In and out of courts for usin illegal methods

Guess them poor choices left us disconnected

The one who points the finger got four for pointin back

Nothin can come between us, I'm hopin you knowin that

And if I let you down can't keep holdin it on my back

I gotta stay focused where my sanity's at, sanity's at

[Chorus: Obie Trice]

Dodgin all these darts in my thoughts I seek

Can't let these people spill my drink

I'ma mob like a boss 'til I'm off in my casket's reach

Won't let these niggaz spill my drink

I'm ridin through the city sippin Henny with my thoughts in sync

Can't let these niggaz spill my drink

To my niggaz gettin money still hungry tryin to stay on your feet

Don't let these niggaz spill yo' drink (drink, drink)

[Obie Trice]

E'rybody lookin at me, like the boy lookin scraggly

Since he ain't with Shady like, e'rything collapsed behind me

A contract don't define me

It just reminds me that I'm givin up my paper to sign me

And with the dismay of my record release delay I

see who was close, somehow they slipped away now

Price to pay when you ball then get on your A.I.

Crossover was cold, now O's under the radar

To e'rything I cherish gotta be re-established

All cause the marriage didn't succeed, it perished

The characters I used to feed all vanished

Left me on my knees, bleedin with no bandages

No gauze when I fall, but even through it all

I handled this way to ball, mechanics is

kept at a hundred, them other niggaz is amateurs

Guess that's the law of averages - eww

[Chorus]

[Obie Trice]

So even when you're dreamin and I'm, intervenin demons

Get to, workin on your inner bein, let 'em know you see 'em

When the G that's within got ya, infra-red schemin

Keep me in your head instead, you don't need to bleed 'em

Cause a boat with no anchor is a boat that's gon' sail

You don't even need them folks, all's well

May they all burn in hell, cause when all else fails

You the truth, your blue glass won't spill

[Chorus]<br />

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Thanks to oana