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Lord I’m sorry, I’m tired God I’m tired, God I’m tired Don’t nobody know what it is, don’t nobody know it’s like I’m livin today thru tommorrow and I know I ain’t gon’ make it [verse 1] Livin today thru tommorrow while yesterday was cursed I put the pistol in my mouth and yell fuck the earth I worked for food stamps without the book instead of helping me Or blessing me my niggaz below, I thank my niggaz And tommy hill can’t help me figure a damn thang Less than frontin me a pound of weed or some cocaine I had got to the same conclusion that uncle sam made Don’t touch the dope but know it’s movin’ And if it’s proven what I’m doin’s gonna hurt to the hustle That’s on the muscle this whole motherfuckin world is trouble When I don’t laugh took the color, Took the color blind while toatin dimes and my nut sack full time, I’m grindin playa, damn askin momma may i I’m writin fire bet you wanna fuck up nigga start gettin high I rely on my mother nature, quarter to break her Gotta show her I appreciate her, with all these haters That be constantly surrounding me, nowhere to go So I smoke some weed and drink some mo’ Now they my friends and I been in a bunch of crazy moods God please excuse quick to race because I love to loose Yeah I’m the loser [pastor troy] God I can’t take this no more, I can’t take this no more I’m sorry, I can’t take this no more (*gun goes off*) [chorus 2x] Livin today thru tommorrow while yesterday was cursed I put the pistol in my mouth and yell fuck the earth Livin today thru tommorrow while yesterday was cursed I put the pistol in my mouth, put the pistol in my mouth [verse 2] Now see the thouhgts of what you showin me A empty picture as I beg the world for everything Never could get a piece of this american dream (I took a nap) I took a nap when I wake up the same thang Back in trap, shootin craps without shootin guns man that’s my life They say that I’m the son of god, I thinkin twice The price of the leather see and I don’t speak As I preach keep the pistol in my reach Cuz niggaz crazy, look at how this doja made me man I don’t sweat Playin russian roulette with the tech place yo bet Love let the devil kill me (I’ll be okay) Cuz I’m gone have to die any fuckin way why not today Chorus  More Pastor Troy Song Lyrics
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