The Mourning

They want to see me undergound, so i don't even come around Short nigga And I'm wyling out But I aint concieted If you had feelings for me in the past Then you can leave it And I aint cocky but if I was I think I'd have a reason Outgrew my city It's not the same Im thinking about leaving Short nigga And I'm wyling out But I aint concieted If you had feelings for me in the past Then you can leave it And I aint cocky but if I was I think I'd have a reason Outgrew my city It's not the same I'm thinking about leaving Been thinking about leaving, oh, oh, oh-oh Thinking bout leaving oh, oh, oh I been praying about my sins On my knees I'm begging, pleading I just woke up one morning And she told me she leaving Tell me why I dont like going to none of my family greetings All my life I watched my people go through lonely evenings If I die before I rise It's one thing on my mental Give this letter to my mom So I can tell my mom what I really meant to Tell my niggas that Im sorry And I never meant to And I can act a fool But I always keep it simple Woah, This the type of life That make a young nigga say woah Riding with my white bitch Look like Marilyn Monroe Woah, Woah, Yea Damn I hate to see you go I done seen so many people do me wrong and cold I just dont know why these people want to take my soul Everybody been wearing a mask I don't leave home Short nigga And I'm wyling out But I aint concieted If you had feelings for me in the past Then you can leave it And I aint cocky but if I was I think I'd have a reason Outgrew my city It's not the same Im thinking about leaving Short nigga And I'm wyling out But I aint concieted If you had feelings for me in the past Then you can leave it And I aint cocky but if I was I think I'd have a reason Outgrew my city It's not the same I'm thinking about leaving Been thinking about leaving, oh, oh, oh-oh Thinking bout leaving oh, oh, oh They want to see me undergound, so i don't even come around