Plies - Mad At Myself lyrics

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When I roll broke, run out I’m mad at myself

I show you love, I ask you a damn, I’m mad at myself

Though you are right but you ain’t right

I’m mad at myself

I find way too much shit

I’m mad at myself

I’m mad at myself

When I wake up run out of (?)

I’m mad at myself

I show you love, I ask you a damn, I’m mad at myself

Though you are right but you ain’t right

I’m mad at myself

I find way too much shit

I’m mad at myself

I’m mad at myself

Walk to my round, walk to my roof

I thought if I go throw the war I’ll go by you

Ain’t know you (?) ain’t know you a pie

Ain’t know about D, but I do know nasty

Wish you got style? Wish you be with a nigga?

Just doing the buisin’ (?)

Nigga dare like me, dare like me

But you did what you did

What it is it’s what it is

Ery body ain’t me

Ery body ain’t real

Ain’t talkin’ to you lady

What’s good at your hoer?

Can’t switch that on me

But is all god dog

Let a nigga without guap, they glad I can swim

That was to get shit real

We now are broke and we met that all and get it sense

I show you love, I ask you a damn, I’m mad at myself

Though you are right but you ain’t right

I’m mad at myself

I find way too much shit

I’m mad at myself

I’m mad at myself

We now are broke and we me

I’m mad at myself

I show you love, I ask you a damn, I’m mad at myself

Though you are right but you ain’t right

I’m mad at myself

I find way too much shit

I’m mad at myself

I’m mad at myself

I remember they told me real nigga they do real thing

That’s all I do nigga straight up, that’s what I do

I don’t care about hell, I don’t care about hood

Ain’t nothin’ you can do

Just to put me rock

I’m real with myself

Stay real with my dog

What they gonna do?

Do flow with flow

And forget gonna ride, he gonna ride

You ain’t gotta tell ‘em

Have a whole room wide(?)

You ain’t gotta bed ‘em

(?) nigga when they ride nigga I can smell ‘em

One thang for the state when cut that on and you gonna swim

So how really thought man, how really ain’t, don’t make me nuts

But ain’t no phone in the roaby got the gun

When I am broke I met that boy and I’m mad t myself

I’m mad at myself

I show you love, I ask you a damn, I’m mad at myself

Though you are right but you ain’t right

I’m mad at myself

I find way too much shit

I’m mad at myself

I’m mad at myself

I show you love, I ask you a damn, I’m mad at myself

Though you are right but you ain’t right

I’m mad at myself

I find way too much shit

I’m mad at myself

I’m mad at myself