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letra de bury my problems - juicy j

[part i]

[intro]
all i wanna know is where the cheese at (who run it?), where the keys at (who run it?)
keep it easy (who run it?), you don’t wanna get skeeted (who run it?)
yeah, i rob, yeah, i steal
yeah, i’ll put your body in a field (sh-t crazy out here, man, f-ck)

[chorus]
man, this pain run deep, i’m sippin’ drank to go to sleep
fightin’ demons in my head, i trust you far as i can see
man, this pain run deep, i’m at the bank six times a week
f-ck it up, but i’m discrete, don’t compare, you can’t compete
man, this pain run deep, i’m sippin’ drank to go to sleep
fightin’ demons in my head, i trust you far as i can see
man, this pain run deep, i’m at the bank six times a week
f-ck it up, but i’m discrete, don’t compare, you can’t compete

[verse 1]
b-tch just thought she seen a ghost
all this power like i’m ghost
got this glock, this b-tch a ghost
with a switch, now your ass toast
i might pop out with a loaf
can’t pick one ’cause i want both
know some shawtiеs, they on go
they bettеr not never get your lo’
it’s the drugs, they takin’ over
if i’m not sober, i act a fool
cover the dirt with diamonds
cover the bullet wounds with tattoos
buried my problems in mulah
first time i took shrooms, i was too high
i stop my feelings with pain meds
it’s nasty, but i chew mine
straight in my bloodstream, walk inside the club mean
mad as h-ll that i’m this fly, a b-tch can’t hug me
without the pain, i might be broke
if that’s the case, i want some more
demons can’t wait ’til i doze off, but them addies keep me woke
[chorus]
man, this pain run deep, i’m sippin’ drank to go to sleep
fightin’ demons in my head, i trust you far as i can see
man, this pain run deep, i’m at the bank six times a week
f-ck it up, but i’m discrete, don’t compare, you can’t compete
man, this pain run deep, i’m sippin’ drank to go to sleep
fightin’ demons in my head, i trust you far as i can see
man, this pain run deep, i’m at the bank six times a week
f-ck it up, but i’m discrete, don’t compare, you can’t compete

[post-chorus]
can’t-can’t-can’t compete, can’t-can’t-can’t-can’t compete
can’t-can’t-can’t compete, can’t-can’t-can’t-can’t compete

[verse 2]
on the phone, you hear my arguin’, i’m dealin’ with some heat
the therapist blow my line up, makin’ sure it’s not the streets
’cause goin’ back ain’t a problem, it’s the n-ggas that’s with me
if the police pull me over, all this stress might get released
multi-platinum rapper, thug, mugshot on channel 3
i just smoke my weed, sometimes it’s all i need to f-ckin’ breathe
run a million-dollar business, n-gga, none of this is easy
i got cribs around the country, n-gga, good luck if you see me
hoes blowin’ up my line knowin’ i’m married, b-tch, you needy
changed my number on this game, my next bag worth somethin’ silly
you can’t understand your pain, tell somebody you need help
’cause, n-gga, i did the same to make sure i don’t hurt myself
[outro]
man, this pain run deep, i’m sippin’ drank to go to sleep
you can now dial 988 if you’re experiencing a mental health crisis

[part ii]

[chorus]
gangster-ass city, we ain’t goin’ out sad
quick to run up on a n-gga, put the money in the bag
i’m a northside n-gga, had to run up me some cash
goyard luggage, thirty thousand for a bag
m-land n-gga, welcome to the murder capital
we know you ain’t never did sh-t, who you cappin’ to?
my lil’ n-gga made it to the news, he went national
mob ties, if i give a look, then they whackin’ you

[verse]
this our city, this our town
catch you out of bounds, then you know it’s going down
hoes shakin’ ass and they throw it on the ground
settin’ n-ggas up when that money come around
you can get your issue, ain’t got time for the arguin’
babies on the powder, johnson & johnson
front-row seats, me and d on the hardwood
still ain’t f-cking with a couple n-ggas, but it’s all good
real wig splitters, real money getters
first time i counted up a mil’, i got jitters
dirty-ass b-tches with the bugs and the critters
lame-ass n-ggas in the club with the k!llers
she a real d-ck swallower, you ain’t gotta gas her up
posted online what she do to these n-ggas
buyin’ all the bottles up, f-ckin’ all the models up
h-ll naw, i ain’t got no love for you n-ggas
[chorus]
gangster-ass city, we ain’t goin’ out sad
quick to run up on a n-gga, put the money in the bag
i’m a northside n-gga, had to run up me some cash
goyard luggage, thirty thousand for a bag
m-land n-gga, welcome to the murder capital
we know you ain’t never did sh-t, who you cappin’ to?
my lil’ n-gga made it to the news, he went national
mob ties, if i give a look, then they whackin’ you

[outro]
north memphis, south memphis, westwood, orange mound
north memphis, south memphis, westwood, orange mound
north memphis, south memphis, westwood, orange mound
north memphis, south memphis, westwood, orange mound
north memphis, south memphis, westwood, orange mound
north memphis, south memphis, westwood, orange mound
north memphis, south memphis, westwood, orange mound
north memphis, south memphis, westwood, orange mound

- juicy j

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