Done

Album cover art for "Done" by STL GLD & Jared Evan & Deon Chase

STL GLD & Jared Evan & Deon Chase - Rap

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[Verse 1: Moe Pope] Ma-ma-ma was a rolling stone Papa never held his own Only he would pretend to be godlike In hindsight is he related? His face is escaping my memory Incidentally I'm good I was tossed to the wolves I pulled myself out the hood Still to my own, I was alone Roamin round the neighborhood I heard the guns poppin' Clutchin on the yellow Walkman Energy inside my headphones City lights is always watchin' Murderers, devils and fiends Are like zombies marchin' My friends have been dying Often young kings that were lying Coffins, Boston my safe haven Though many days are laced with misfortune I'm not wanted We've been disregarded, discarded Seems like they plotted Planned for our fall and Life is shocking This ain't earth this is Hell Fuck what you call it Fuck what you call it Fuck what you call it We-we survive the world's ills Mo-mom's at work, Dad's in jail Co-cops on that overkill Ain't no way I can pay these bills I'm just looking for something that I can sell Something small, not the cartel I don't need the diamonds or the gold tho I just wanna get off of the carousel Life is way too real They don't want us They like us in Hell They want us to fail That's just how I feel They ain't miss no meals They the ones who kill Whose been supplyin' these pills? Dorothy clickin' heels No place like home No place like home No place like home I'm far too gone [Chorus: Moe Pope] I told the bartender Fill up my cup Can't get enough I'll be sippin' till the bottle's done Done Done Done Done Done And I ain't leavin till the fuckin' mornin' come I told the bartender Fill up my cup Can't get enough I'll be sippin' till the bottle's done Done Done Done Done Done And I ain't leavin till the fuckin' mornin' come [Verse 2: Jared Evan] As day comes and night falls For the rest of our lives we'll miss y'all Even though life must go on We still mourn while wishin' y'all were home As day comes and night falls For the rest of our lives we'll miss y'all And even though life must go on We still mourn while wishin' y'all were home [Verse 3: Deon Chase] I work my issues in silence, violence Bullet's ain't got names (?) My mama know that I'm wilin' (?) I charge that shit to the gang (?) I went from packin' baggies, cousin (?) Loading pistols to bank Yeah, we know Niggas talkin, keep it low Demons flow Dee-ma low (?) I store it all in my mental We used to ride in that rental We got the drop in September We wait it out till December Probably lost the connection Fix the cost in prescription (?) I'm rolling large, beat the charge Tryin' to stay out the system Nobody's fault tho Who do you call for? I been down by the crossroads Pullin' rounds for them lost souls Stayed down never lost toes (?) Ten strong, get my heart go, woah Who do you blame? I claim my own inhibition I'm dodging scars, broken hearts Made me change up the vision I need them cars, superstars Tryin' to switch up the livin' I played my part though Reveal (?) them cars slow I kept my heart cold Them pills to swallow, yeah [Chorus: Moe Pope] I told the bartender Fill up my cup Can't get enough I'll be sippin' till the bottle's done Done Done Done Done Done And I ain't leavin till the fuckin' mornin' come I told the bartender Fill up my cup Can't get enough I'll be sippin' till the bottle's done Done Done Done Done Done And I ain't leavin till the fuckin' mornin' come [Verse 4: Jared Evan] As day comes and night falls For the rest of our lives we'll miss y'all Even though life must go on We still mourn while wishin' y'all were home As day comes and night falls For the rest of our lives we'll miss y'all And even though life must go on We still mourn while wishin' y'all were home We change the seasons Sign (?) up and down It's almost like yesterday (yesterday) It comes back around (back around) And I try To make it out alive Don't wanna rewind So many times [Chorus: Moe Pope] I told the bartender Fill up my cup Can't get enough I'll be sippin' till the bottle's done Done Done Done Done Done And I ain't leavin till the fuckin' mornin' come I told the bartender Fill up my cup Can't get enough I'll be sippin' till the bottle's done Done Done Done Done Done And I ain't leavin till the fuckin' mornin' come

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