I'll Sweat You
[Pastor Troy]
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In the beginning, God created drugs
And other thugs, with other thoughts
The path that's never walked
The class that's never taught
Often sought, 'cause salt from player haters
Make trials greater, all of my plans I must do later
I made a buch of bad mistakes, some bad desicions
But look at all this money I made, I ain't bitchin'
I knew my position but my coach ain't put me in
So, I quit this shit and started sellin' dope with friends
I'm in this situation, I'm the only nigga cool
These n
Rablin Fever
When the sun goes down
On my side of town
That lonesome feeling
Comes to my door
The whole world turns blue
There's a rundown bar
Cross the railroad tracks
I've got a table two way in the back
Where I sit alone
And think of losing you
I spend most every night
Beneath the light of this neon moon
If you lose your one and only
There's always room here for the lonely
To watch your broken dreams
Dance in and out of the beams
Of a neon moon
I think of two lovers
Running wild and free
I close my eyes and sometimes I see
You in the shadows
Of this smoke-filled room
No telling how many years
I've sat here and cried
Or how many lies that I've lied
Telling my poor heart
She'll come back someday
Oh but I'll be alright
As long as there's a light from a neon moon
The jukebox plays on drink by drink
The words of every sad song
Seem to say what I think
This hurt inside of me
Ain't never gonna end
Oh but I'll be alright
As long as there's a light from the neon moon