| Morning sky, cloudy and grey
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| Here am I, nothing to say
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| I try not to get in other people’s biz
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| Louie ain’t dead yet but y’all talking like he is
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| Me and homie been tight since we were kids
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| Chilling at each other’s cribs, raiding each other’s fridge
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| Life goes different ways they say
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| It started with a pack of cigs and a six pack a day
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| But addictive personalities are apt to stray
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| Sniffed yay and all his close friends backed away
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| Everybody lines up to kick a man when he’s down
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| But who’s sticking around to pick him up from the ground
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| Rebuild, renew, we fam' we crew
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| No matter whatever you do I got love for you Lou'
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| And all the baby mama drama add stress, I know
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| But you gotta be around to watch your little girl grow
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| And I’m absolutely confident you’ll handle your biz
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| Louie ain’t dead yet but y’all talking like he is
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| Morning’s dark, cloudy and grey
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| Here am I, nothing to say
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| Morning sky, cloudy and grey
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| Here am I, nothing to say
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| Morning’s dark, cloudy and grey
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| Here am I, nothing to say
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| Morning sky, cloudy and grey
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| Here am I, nothing to say
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| Morning’s dark, cloudy and grey
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| Here am I, nothing to say
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| Morning sky, cloudy and grey
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| Here am I, nothing to say
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| Morning sky, cloudy and grey
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| Here am I another day
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| Empty day, you gone away
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| Empty room, nothing to say but… |