Gucci Mane

I'm from Alabama, I'm 'bout 4'11

I've got a shitty father, and I'd like to go to Heaven

Internally, I'm scrappy but I'm afraid to fight

I prefer to keep my hoops in, so I stay in at night

They tell me not to falter, to tell them who I am

But I'm not fucking sure, I know I love shitty men

They normally contribute to the state that I'm in

This place that I'm in, this fucking state that I'm in

Sometimes in the morning, I feel bad when I get up

And I look around my house and I look at all the stuff

I get to feeling guilty and I think about my mom

I'm the first one in my family to see a million bucks

No

I don't wanna talk about it

I'd rather write my way around it

'Cause I don't wanna talk about it

No

I don't like the way it's sounding

And I don't know no one around here

And I don't wanna talk about it

I don't wanna talk about it

I'm not much of a cooker, but I like to make my pasta

I throw it in a pot, and I mix it with the thought of

Losing all I've ever had

Losing all I've ever fought for

And then I get high and I wonder what it's all for

I write songs about my father and the fucked up shit he did

But I take one out the chamber 'cause I'm learning to forgive

I would rather not throw him right up under the bus

Though, I used to wish someday that he'd get hit by that bus

I would like to not be bitter, yeah, and I'd take that back

And I prefer sweet, but still, I take my coffee black

It's 4 in the morning, and I wake up in a sweat

Paranoid that someone's there

It's only ever just the wind

Oh

I don't wanna talk about it

I wanna write my way around it

But I don't wanna talk about it

No

I don't like the way it sounds

And I don't know no one around here

And I don't wanna talk about it

Somehow, now I'm twenty and I'm trying to figure out

What the hell to do with love and what the hell to do without

I walk in with my head held high, I feel like a tall child

I'll sample Lemonade to make Gucci Mane proud