I got to get out of here.
I got to get the fuck out of here.
Doom, I got to get the fuck out,
face a life of sittin' in a bin
Jail, no bills, I don't know when
We'll be together, but until then
My freedom, the things I wanna do
I work out, wait for you to come home
Hold me down, slide time on the phone
Hello, what's up, so much I want to say
I listen to you as you talk about your day
that you picked me as your man
But if you can't stick by,
Do your thing, you got one life to live
Pure love is all that you give
My head's thinkin' about what Ghostie
Locked up, front page on the news
the days we goin' through
Conferred a visit, so you I can touch
Kiss you softly, make me feel free
Obviously I picked a winner
Mafia love, from birth been a sinner
Dreams of picnics in the park,
lights out now, bright in the dark
I'm stressed out tonight,
Thinking about what this D said
locked up front page on the news
Fucked up cause I'm think
Are you loyal, are you with other men?
the things we goin' through
I'm looking for a page on the news
Wishin' I was with you, see you again
All your loyal, all your wit, all the men
Life's hard and rich and warm
Together hold me down, love
And I'll hold you, hold you, hold you
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