Done - STL GLD, Jared Evan, Deon Chase

Ma-ma-ma was a rolling stone

Papa never held his own

Only he would pretend to be godlike

In hindsight is he related?

His face is escaping my memory

Incidentally I’m good

I was tossed to the wolves

I pulled myself out the hood

Still to my own, I was alone

Roamin round the neighborhood

I heard the guns poppin'

Clutchin on the yellow Walkman

Energy inside my headphones

City lights is always watchin'

Murderers, devils and fiends

Are like zombies marchin'

My friends have been dying

Often young kings that were lying

Coffins, Boston my safe haven

Though many days are laced with misfortune

I’m not wanted

We’ve been disregarded, discarded

Seems like they plotted

Planned for our fall and

Life is shocking

This ain’t earth this is Hell

Fuck what you call it

Fuck what you call it

Fuck what you call it

We-we survive the world’s ills

Mo-mom's at work, Dad’s in jail

Co-cops on that overkill

Ain’t no way I can pay these bills

I’m just looking for something that I can sell

Something small, not the cartel

I don’t need the diamonds or the gold tho

I just wanna get off of the carousel

Life is way too real

They don’t want us

They like us in Hell

They want us to fail

That’s just how I feel

They ain’t miss no meals

They the ones who kill

Whose been supplyin' these pills?

Dorothy clickin' heels

No place like home

No place like home

No place like home

I’m far too gone

I told the bartender

Fill up my cup

Can’t get enough

I’ll be sippin' till the bottle’s done

Done

Done

Done

Done

Done

And I ain’t leavin till the fuckin' mornin' come

I told the bartender

Fill up my cup

Can’t get enough

I’ll be sippin' till the bottle’s done

Done

Done

Done

Done

Done

And I ain’t leavin till the fuckin' mornin' come

As day comes and night falls

For the rest of our lives we’ll miss y’all

Even though life must go on

We still mourn while wishin' y’all were home

As day comes and night falls

For the rest of our lives we’ll miss y’all

And even though life must go on

We still mourn while wishin' y’all were home

I work my issues in silence, violence

Bullet’s ain’t got names (?)

My mama know that I’m wilin' (?)

I charge that shit to the gang (?)

I went from packin' baggies, cousin (?)

Loading pistols to bank

Yeah, we know

Niggas talkin, keep it low

Demons flow

Dee-ma low (?)

I store it all in my mental

We used to ride in that rental

We got the drop in September

We wait it out till December

Probably lost the connection

Fix the cost in prescription (?)

I’m rolling large, beat the charge

Tryin' to stay out the system

Nobody’s fault tho

Who do you call for?

I been down by the crossroads

Pullin' rounds for them lost souls

Stayed down never lost toes (?)

Ten strong, get my heart go, woah

Who do you blame?

I claim my own inhibition

I’m dodging scars, broken hearts

Made me change up the vision

I need them cars, superstars

Tryin' to switch up the livin'

I played my part though

Reveal (?) them cars slow

I kept my heart cold

Them pills to swallow, yeah

I told the bartender

Fill up my cup

Can’t get enough

I’ll be sippin' till the bottle’s done

Done

Done

Done

Done

Done

And I ain’t leavin till the fuckin' mornin' come

I told the bartender

Fill up my cup

Can’t get enough

I’ll be sippin' till the bottle’s done

Done

Done

Done

Done

Done

And I ain’t leavin till the fuckin' mornin' come

As day comes and night falls

For the rest of our lives we’ll miss y’all

Even though life must go on

We still mourn while wishin' y’all were home

As day comes and night falls

For the rest of our lives we’ll miss y’all

And even though life must go on

We still mourn while wishin' y’all were home

We change the seasons

Sign (?) up and down

It’s almost like yesterday (yesterday)

It comes back around (back around)

And I try

To make it out alive

Don’t wanna rewind

So many times

I told the bartender

Fill up my cup

Can’t get enough

I’ll be sippin' till the bottle’s done

Done

Done

Done

Done

Done

And I ain’t leavin till the fuckin' mornin' come

I told the bartender

Fill up my cup

Can’t get enough

I’ll be sippin' till the bottle’s done

Done

Done

Done

Done

Done

And I ain’t leavin till the fuckin' mornin' come