Karaoké Gucci Mane Jessie Murph

I'm from Alabama

I'm 'bout four eleven

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 'em who I am

But I'm not fuckin' sure

I know I love shitty men

They normally contribute to the state that I'm in

This place that I'm in

This fuckin' state that I'm in

Sometimes in the mornin'

I feel bad when I get up

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

And I get to feelin' 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 'cos I don't wanna talk about it

No

I don't like the way it sounded

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 the pot and I mix it with the thought

Of losin' all I've ever had

Losin' 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 'cos I'm learnin' 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 and not take that back

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

And it's four in the mornin' and I wake up in a sweat

Paranoid that someone's there

It's only ever just the wind

No

I don't wanna talk about it

I wanna write my way around it

No 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

So now that I'm twenty and I'm tryin' to figure out what the hell to do with love and what the hell to do without

I walk in with my head high

I feel like a tall child

I sampled Lemonade and made

Gucci Mane proud

Ah ha ha ha