i’m on my couch again i think i fucked up 
i made my loved ones cry now i’m looking for drugs 
I wanna take the pills till i don’t know myself 
and if i OD then i’ll see you in hell

ima feel what my drugs want me to feel
woke up w no appetite another missed meal 

i’m alone alone 
in my room i’m i love with crying at home 
they say they care for be but i wish they were lying 
becasue when i take my drugs i’ll be dreaming of dying
and yeah i made my momma cry 
it won’t be the last time 
and My family really loves wish they didn’t cuz i’m ready to die……x2

Crying At Home

Feel like it’s improbable..

- Recorded by Lil Uber and Jaaxx
- Written by Lil Uber and Jaaxx
- Mixed by Lil Uber
- Produced by era & alek!

Lyrics - https://genius.com/Lil-uber-improbable-lyrics

Improbable (feat. Jaaxx)

Written By: @fuckdshyne
Mixed and Mastered by: @fuckdshyne
Prouduced By: @fuckdshyne + sxcrifice

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[Lyrics]

[Chrous]
I can’t do this no mo’
Not at all, not at all, not at all
Tears on my face, know you wanna see me fall
See me fall, losing it all
Yuh, ion got no hope
Doing this shit for my lil bro
Fa-Fa, nigga upping up the sco’
Ha-ha, nigga actin like it’s jokes
Had to tell that hoe I can’t post yuh
Told my brudda slide, he like oh yuh
I done put that bitch in go-goyard
I done told my nephew go hard

[Pre Verse]
This side, that side
She wan’ fuck round’ with my gang
Yuh, bitch I’m feeling like I’m Sosa
Got a big stick going bang
Like Cobain
Like a zombie, give me brain
Niggas lame, not the same
I can’t change, on my gang

[Verse]
I can not fall down
Got steppas all around
They wan’ steal my swag, yuh they wan’ steal my sound
And my pockets big bitch, and it got some pounds
With my nigga run shot down
Lost my soul, bitch it’s found
Im a king bitch where’s my crown
Yuh, know you hate it
Bullets red like Satan
I can’t cry about this shit, bitch I never made it
Damn, this nigga basic
Bitch I’m paper-chasing
Niggas talk behind yo back, I’m like bitch just say it

[Bridge]
Yuh, dropping em off like D.E.O
I get that bag like a C.E.O
Yuh, my bitch Spanish, she so cold she say “hace frio”
Yuh, and I’m keeping shit a hunnid
Huh, popping shit off with my cousin
Yuh, bitch we sliding no discussion 
Bitch I can not fail
Bitch I been a dog
I can’t tuck my tail
I can’t sell my soul
I can’t go to hell
I’m all on that block
Bitch I got Milly no Rock
Yuh, I walk around with a glock
She put a sticker all on my-

[Hook]
Bitch put a sticker on my glock
Sticka-sticka on my glock, glock
Sticker on my-
Sticka-sticka on my (gun cockback x2)
Bitch put a sticker on my glock

[Pre Chrous]
Bitch you walk in, you get shot
Ballin like 2k, got this shit on lock
They like Dshyne you don’t got this on lock
They like Dshyne why you flop, I’m like bitch I can not flop
They like Dshyne when you gon drop, bitch I only drop on opps
I get a bag, run it up no stop
Niggas be feds, can’t fuck with no cops
Tryna see my top, tell that bitch gimme top
And they want me dead but I cannot rot (Ah, cmere)

[Chrous]
I can’t do this no mo’
Not at all, not at all, not at all
Tears on my face, know you wanna see me fall
See me fall, losing it all
Yuh, ion got no hope
Doing this shit for my lil bro
Fa-Fa, nigga upping up the sco’
Ha-ha, nigga actin like it’s jokes
Had to tell that hoe I can’t post yuh
Told my brudda slide, he like oh yuh
I done put that bitch in go-goyard
I done told my nephew go hard

6ix Paths

Pablo Escanor

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