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lirik lagu young slum – 4:30 a.m in paris remix (feat. g-matter)

[verse 1 – young slum]
i remember it was late at night
i remember that you left me tight
i remember that you ain’t do me right
i see the bottle of pills to my right
on god i treat you second to none
but, tell me why you treat me second to one
you can call me when you want and i’ll alwats pick up
but, i’m getting kind of sick of having my mind f-cked up
i wanna get stacks
i wanna wife you up
but, the importants the latter and that’s what matters
but, if i get stuck, -ssaulted and battered
will you stay by me or will you dip out the ladder?
but, there’s something about you that’s special
and i’d sell my soul to the devil
to get one more minute with you
i’m telling you all this sh-t and it’s true
but, i’m just trying to talk that’s it
i’m not trying to trip you up on no f-ck sh-t
but, when it’s radio silence and i think you’re gone and i finally get over you
i get a call on my phone
and it’s you asking “baby are you home?”, “baby are you in your room? are you alone?”
but, if you want out let me know now
because we haven’t spoken in three days now
there’s the door don’t let it hit you on the way out
should i pop a roxy and let it all fade out?
i keep letting my self get played. how?

-i don’t know-

but, it’s about 4:30 a.m. in paris
no word from you now im getting kind of anxious
i reach for the bottle and i pop a couple xanax
there’s no telling tomorrow will i be depressed or manic
but, when i’m with you somehow i manage
but, tonight my finger’s kind of heavy
and i think i’m ready
to blow out my motherf-cking brains in this godd-mn chevy

[verse 2 – g-matter]

but, the mind is powerful like a hemi
meanwhile, pistol to my brain it’s so f-ckin heavy
mind is in a panic
as what comes to it, i can never plan it
thanks to ptsd, got me tweakin — moving frantic
going extra terrestrial, brain is on another planet
self esteem was sinking, call it t-tanic
so, i caught myself with a bar of xanax
but, had to trash it
too many friends too close to the grave
i can’t help the feeling of being alone
how do i cope with no one to call my own?
no one to call on the phone
so the only option is to get in my zone
dreaming of the paper
need to speed up and switch gears
let’s get this sh-t clear
everything up and out of here
head f-cked up and i’m in dispair
24/7 just wanting to dissapear
the future is my greatest fear
the ghouls and the demons leer
the devil is at my door, she want’s wants to take me under
as i feel my bones shatter under pressure
666 is what she mutters
as shes pulling me down the f-cking gutter
and all i’m hoping is that g-matter is what’s remembered

- lirik lagu young slum

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