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Ha ha ha Funny ain't it, how life works? They hate you they love they hate you again, Uh (I am made God's image) You know, God don't like us nigga Ha ha Momma always said that to me She always said that God loves you Jacuzzi And I always wondered why? (I am made God's image) They say birds of a feather flock together But in your case... they don't You are free now, rejoice! (I am made God's image) You gotta take 'em into your world Cigarette ashes on the bible, late nights Tell em' so they understand Cuzzi Tell em' they need to understand Where you came from this anger This anger, Where did it come from? PARADISE! My life been a flight with a lot of delays I prefer a blue skies, lately mine have been grey A little turbulence but luckily my linen was safe Couple of bodies were laid on the path that I paved I was fightin' the pressure my spirit may have been broken These niggas left me to dry these niggas thought I was hopeless Even with smoke in my mirror you couldn't fuck with my focus Had to lay off the drugs, balance out my psychosis My anxiety tweekin' like feds tapping my phone I ran away with a dream and didn't plan to come home I tried to give you a chance but y'all just brag and you boast I mean my Gucci is charged where the damage controls I make sure my phone sterilized offing all the parasites Bout to O.D like I'm Mildred from Fahrenheit Golden Child you know the name I had to clarify This is what y'all waiting on welcome y'all to paradise For real (God damn Well ain't dat about a dollar in a bitch Go ahead Cuzzi Glad you got that off yo chest I always knew your wings were made of plastic So go ahead and fly And never come back It's your time now You been waiting so long for the motherfucker fuck you gonna do with it Either way And when you reach that castle in the sky Make you sure tell them your story About; Marauding In Paradise)
Writer(s): Casey Beathard, Monty Criswell Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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