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(Trill Got that Juice, nigga)
Uh, look at me, momma
Finally global, finally sober
Gotta hit my knees, God please, could You keep on lookin' after me?
And it ain't as bad as it seems, we turn dreams to reality
Ma, your son done did it, could you please just relax for me?
Paper stacked to ceilin' for rainy days and casualties
And I'ma change my ways, I know I owe you everything
Percocets used to protect my pain when I was 17
I left the house so early, all we ever did is was beef
I figured if I hit the road, you'd finally get to find some peace
And I was sleep when you called me, I'm in Italy with Nari
Wonder if you see Paityn with Paisley's how you saw me
I hope that they learn to love from you 'cause your's the softest
I know dad never came back, but, girl
I promise that I got your back, I got your back
I know we got our differences, but things was so different then
I took you through hell and back, you been with me through thick and thin
And look at me, momma
Finally global, finally sober
Look at me, momma
Finally sober, finally global
Look at me, momma
I got your back, I got your back, yeah
I got your back, I got your back
Look at me, momma
Finally global, finally sober
Look at me, momma
Finally, oh
Look at me, momma
Oh, look at me, momma, uh
Look at me, momma
Finally global, finally sober
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