Stress
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Sunshine, geyeah
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I sold it all from crack to opium, in third person
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I don't wanna see 'em, so I'm rehearsing
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with my peoples high to GM, from a remote location
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in the BM, scoping the whole situation like, "Dayamm!"
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Metamorphic, as the dope turns to cream
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but one of these buyers got eyes like a Korean
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It's difficult to read em, the windows to his soul
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are half closed, I put the key in
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Pulled off slow, hoping my people flee-in
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Chink tried to knock the only link that tied me in
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Coppers was watching us through nighttime binoculars
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This time they got us on tape, exchanging dope for dollars
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Make me wanna, holler back at the crib in the sauna
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Praying my people bailed out like Time/Warner
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Awaiting call, from his kin not the coroner
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Phone in my hand, nervous confined to a corner
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Beads of sweat second thoughts on my mind
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How can I ease the stress and learn to live with these regrets
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This time... stress... giving this shit up... fuck
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[Chorus One:]
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This is the number one rule for your set
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In order to survive, gotta learn to live with regrets
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On the, rise to the top, many drop, don't forget
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In order to survive, gotta learn to live with regrets
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This is the number one rule for your set
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In order to survive, gotta learn to live with regrets
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And through our travels we get separated, never forget
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In order to survive, gotta learn to live with regrets
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As sure as this, Earth is turning souls burning
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in search of higher learning turning in every direction seeking direction
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My moms crying cause her insides are dying
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her son trying her patience, keep her heart racing
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A million beats a minute, I know I push you to your limit
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but it's this game love, I'm caught up all in it
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They make it so you can't prevent it, never give it
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you gotta take it, can't fake it I keep it authentic
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My hand got this pistol shaking, cause I sense danger
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like Camp Crystal Lake and
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don't wanna shoot him, but I got him, trapped
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within this infrared dot, bout to hot him and, hit rock bottom
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No answers to these trick questions, no time shit stressing
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My life found I got to live for the right now
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Time waits for no man, can't turn back the hands
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once it's too late, gotta learn to live with regrets
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[Chorus Two:]
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You used to hold me, told me that I was the best
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Anything in this world I want I could posses
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All that made me want is all that I could get
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In order to survive, gotta learn to live with regrets... (when I was young)
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[repeat 2X]
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I found myself reminiscing, remember this one
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when he was here he was crazy nice with his son
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I miss him, long as I'm living he's living through memories
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He's there to kill all my suicidal tendencies
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In heaven looking over me, or in hell, keeping it cozy
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I'm coming life on these streets ain't what it's supposed to be
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Remember Newton, mutual friend well me and him feuding
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On your life I tried to talk to him
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But you know niggas, think they guns can stop foe niggas
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Fronting like they, Big Willie but really owe niggas
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Hoe niggas, this year I'm sho' niggas think I'm slipping
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I'm bought to send you a roommate, no bullshitting
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for my hustle's going too well to hit him
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You was right niggas want you to be miserable wit em
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Anyway, I ain't trying to hear it, I think I'm touched
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this whole verse I been talking to your spirit, a little too much
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[Chorus One: repeat 2X]
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Roc-A, Roc-A, Roc-A, Roc-A-Fella y'all
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Regrets
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Tank |