My Time 2 Go

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    Some trill shit, nigga
    Dirty South
    Cee-Lo B, P.A.
    One time

    [Hook]
    Maybe it's my time to go, tomorrow or today
    I live it how I live it anyway
    Who knows, as the warriors flay [flee]

    Maybe it's my time to go, tomorrow or today
    I live it how I live it anyway
    Who knows, as the warriors play

    [Big Reese]
    Now nigga, if I was gone in the morn', would you
    motherfuckers really miss me?
    Act like y'all care, shed a tear, hollar y'all wish we
    Spent more time together
    Write my momma a letter
    Miss Bridges, we feel your pain
    Shoot my little girl some change
    Keep my name on these streets
    Said these niggas I had the beats
    Plus the flow, pray for my soul
    The cars and the clothes, the money, the hoes
    You knows, that shit was like candy
    Wanted to walk right, but the world inside ran me
    My momma couldn't stand me, own girl abandoned me
    19 with no friends and no types of family
    Just a street statty
    Showed me to hustle, take what I want with muscle
    Put that money on a slab, cut it up and juggle
    Invest in proper heat cause on these streets is trouble
    For sure, but when it's time to go, ain't none of this
    shit gon' help you
    Just make your final stop hotter
    So I prayed to my father
    When I hit your gates, bear my weight
    Cause shit, we all make mistakes

    [Hook]
    Maybe it's my time to go, tomorrow or today
    I live it how I live it anyway
    Who knows, as the warriors flay [flee]

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    Maybe it's my time to go, tomorrow or today
    I live it how I live it anyway
    Who knows, as the warriors play

    [K.P.]
    Haha, I don't think grandmama liked me, she looked at me too mean
    The family took credit, but I bought the 50 inch screen
    You talk, but I heard the streets, it ain't about what you taught us
    Your thug ass grandson, your dyke ass grandaughters
    Senile ass sister, alcoholic ass brother
    Husband disability check getter, who could buy a motherfucker
    But yet I get labeled, something more trife than is heathen
    But who paid the bill when you was complaining bout freezing?
    Sharper too, a street vet, so good that it's sick
    Took my Desert Eagle back, cause it packed too much kick
    Shit, should be ashamed, you see how drunk that I get?
    Left there drinking, breath stinking, 5 in the morning I'm thinking
    Hit my girl' crib, she clowning, bitch be talking bout nothing
    Asking me to change my ways when I'm thinking bout fucking
    Look here, my time to go could be today or tomorrow
    I'm gon' live how I live, no regrets and no sorrow

    [Hook]
    Maybe it's my time to go, tomorrow or today
    I live it how I live it anyway
    Who knows, as the warriors flay [flee]

    Maybe it's my time to go, tomorrow or today
    I live it how I live it anyway
    Who knows, as the warriors play

    [Cee-Lo]
    Uh huh, yo, we are the brilliant, bizarre, shining southern star
    Hypnotic, we art it, while others licking the guitar
    Solar systems are passing, mental meteor showers
    Infinite internet into the next high times of ours
    But, how was that B? That's what, I'm almost free
    Right back, deep in some negativity
    I dream with my eyes open, you might not with your goals
    I'm known for the righteous raps, and this is one of those
    I'm loving the life I'm living, I'm driven to do you right
    Meditate, re-iterate, I've decided to share the light
    To all the souls feeling like a free bird taking flight
    I mean this unmistakable magic with my mind
    I'm totally committed to the scriptures being a spitter
    I ain't broke cause I ain't [a] bullshitter
    Keep my (?) fitted
    Ask me how and why I do it
    I'll say ballings how I did it
    We there for the shit, with it
    What with y'all? Well go get it

    [Hook]
    Maybe it's my time to go, tomorrow or today
    I live it how I live it anyway
    Who knows, as the warriors flay [flee]

    Maybe it's my time to go, tomorrow or today
    I live it how I live it anyway
    Who knows, as the warriors play

    Maybe it's my time to go, tomorrow or today
    I live it how I live it anyway
    Who knows, as the warriors play

    Sex, drugs, money, violence... [fades to static]

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    Composición: James Hollins y Maurice Sinclair

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