Whales Tales - Sean Leon

If I’ve got to go, one more year, window shopping

I’m a just fucking die, I’m a just fucking die

Here I go

That’s my word, that’s my word

How you feel?

Not so good

Know some people want me dead, want to kill me, wish you would

One time for my old hood, one time for the old me

One time for the weed man, I used to cop by the O-Z

I used to want to be a baller, I used to want to be Kobe

Until my nigga Paul died and I was like why God, my God

Turnt nigga, middle finger to the world nigga

It ain’t fair but it turns nigga

Now you waiting your turn

Tell her that you love her but another nigga hitting your girl

I bet that shit burns, alchol on a fresh cut

Now you motivated nigga you the next up

And that same chick tripping cause she messed up

And even though you let it go she never let up

«Johnny, where you going can you come home soon?»

I’m sorry, I don’t have a home to come home to

If you love me let me hear you say it, I don’t hear it

I don’t hear it enough, hear it enough

If you love me let me hear you say it, I don’t hear it

I don’t hear it enough, hear it enough

If I’ve got to go, one more year, window shopping

I’m a just fucking die, I’m a just fucking die

Here I go

That’s my word, that’s my word

How you feel?

Not so good

Know some people want me dead, want to kill me, wish you would

Funny how a nigga mind work

On the road to riches it diminish your worth

Want to be clean so a nigga do dirt

Trying to maximize gain tryin to minimize hurt

Everybody knows but don’t nobody want to work

Everybody want fame don’t nobody want church

Money that your making is mistaken for your worth

You don’t want to die last you don’t want to die first, die first

Back in this bitch

Back to the wall with your bitch on my dick

Give me the throat

I was dead broke with no pot to piss in

Fuck a politician trying to get me to vote

First of the month

Waiting for cheques at the bank cashing I was the first one to stunt

By the 15th, I was dead broke selling weed after class stacking money for lunch

«Johnny, where you going can you come home soon?»

I’m sorry, I don’t have a home to come home to

If you love me let me hear you say it, I don’t hear it

I don’t hear it enough, hear it enough

If you love me let me hear you say it, I don’t hear it

I don’t hear it enough, hear it enough

Tú me quieres dejar

Yo no quiero sufrir

Contigo me voy mi santa

Aunque me cueste morir