[Hook]
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Now we're here
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Standing in your tears
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Nothing remains
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Just fire and flames
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Fire and flames
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Fire and flames
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[Verse 1:]
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Yeah!
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Can you stitch back a ripped heart
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Or when it's gone is it torn apart?
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I feel allured by the dark like Damian
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Crashed on another planet just the lonely alien.
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Trying to get these motherfucking doubts out my cranium
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I know I'mma make it but this pain's got me caving in.
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These industry niggas I've developed such a hate for them
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Swear I want to kill them but my momma told me pray for them
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Waiting on the day when me and my niggas rocking stadiums
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But we've grown apart now I cannot relate to them, nah...
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Uh! Now who the fuck says life's fair
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Niggas turn their backs on you when you need them right there
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Grandmama told me stress'll give me white hair
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I can feel something evil lurking in the night's air
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My dreams seem distant but they right there
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Pray my kids don't [?] with air in my nightmares
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[Hook 2]
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Now we're here
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Standing in your tears
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Nothing remains
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Just fire and flames
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Fire and flames
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Fire and flames
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[Verse 2:]
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Yeah!
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Blow an O with that L.A. weed
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Feeling stressed cuz' I fucked up with L.A. Reid
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Plus I got to share the bad news with my scene
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Niggas looking at me like I won't succeed, damn!
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And it was all good just a week ago
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Hope these pussy ass niggas decompose
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Turn the stereo up and let the speakers blow
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Trying to block the bullshit out blowing reefer smoke
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I need to find a shrink to confide to
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Why worry knowing God walk beside you
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God told niggas I'll advise you
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Don't sleep on Jarren, he's creeping right beside you
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So how you balance hip-hop and family
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I swear to God I think my wife don't understand me
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Her music used to be therapeutic
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Now a nigga going crazy about to lose it.
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[Hook 3]
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Now we're here
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Standing in your tears
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Nothing remains
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Just fire and flames
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Fire and flames
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Fire and flames
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[Instrumental]
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Nothing Remains
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Jarren Benton |