[Bubba Sparxxx]
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Okay
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If you shed blood with me to this point, you deserve an explanation
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For all the hell you've endured, while helping me reach my destination
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And this effort to bless the nation
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I've might had did more harm than good
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But I've always showed you heart, this is just my but apart from would
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Man I love the darkest hood
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But also the brightest suburb
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To think I would just despise the folks because I'm broke and white it's absurd
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I'm told be tight you get hurt, but I don't hear my spinal spinning
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Yeah we found some distribution, but bet the crying is just beginning
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Cause these bright nights, could lead to dark days and vice versa
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Even if Greg Street don't play, I guarantee you a nice purchase
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Frankly, I'm quite certain I'm the livest fucker out there
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I'm making love to the truth, inside that vocal booth without care
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I won't even talk about stare
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From angry illogic rappers
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Cause every time they get confronted, they'll give you head than dap ya
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This one don't really need a hook, but Shannon said it'll be a single
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So I devote this to my life, so much more than a catch of a jiggle
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[Chorus]
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Dark days, bright nights
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For that outside in the night, you know what Bubba's life is like
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Bright nights, dark days
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For them broads that truly love me and hate to see me live this way
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Dark days, bright nights
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For when they say you can't live, fuck them, do it just out of spite
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Bright nights, dark days
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For every person without a voice that got something they need to say
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[Bubba Sparxxx]
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See it's apparent that you know, there's a lot of folks that love Bubba
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Not cause of any rap I wrote, they see something above gutter
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Though, my pockets don't reflex that
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It's my vision, and they respect that
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Love comes in a form of a various drug, and I can't neglect that
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So me and my folks get fucked up like six nights out of seven
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That's the bright light of our lives
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Like God's shinning light right out of Heaven
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But at the conclusion of every session
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I wish that Dark Day to expose
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The plight of my situation, no blow, no dough for big shows
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But still they see we this close from seeing the promise land
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So that leads to another bright night, when all of us is college grand
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Being loved by the moms and dads
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Which some of us wasn't blessed with
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You think we all born with two lovin' parents and a treasure chest
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Shit, I was fortunate to be loved, by my paternal units
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I'm gonna make their son a winner, fuck how bad it'll hurt I'm doing it
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Even if I was to ruin it
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Never with me and my heart part ways
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We developed too strong of a bond, turning bright nights into dark days
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[Chorus]
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Yeah it's true, I also do get praise from the other side of the tracks
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You know, that dark days part of town, when they intentionally hide the blacks
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Ain't got no reply to that, I said I'm sorry if I'm to blame
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I tried like hell to sooth your soul by planting the facts inside your brain
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I never once lied to the game, the acceptance of not one black dude
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It's just Bubba that country fucker smoking swages and eating snack foods
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Now every time they ask you, "why you live the way you choose too?"
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Say cause Bubba set you right, the only one they loved, knew you
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That leaves you with no excuse to settle with what they offer
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He try to pay you the slave wagers, play that role, and tell them naw, sir
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I'll probably won't even falter if you dismiss me as the demon
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It is true, I am not you, my skin's the tone of piss and seamen
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But if we fight this evening, I assure you, we'll both bleed red
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And it'll take your whole slum and all your guns to leave me dead
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Plus all that blood we shed what do nothin' but server their purpose
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So let's unite these bright nights and dark days, they'll see you nervous
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[Chorus (Fades to the end)]
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Dark Days, Bright Nights
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Bubba Sparxxx |