Letra de ' Gucci Mane ' de Jessie Murph

I'm from Alabama, I'm 'bout 4'11
I've got a shitty father and I'd like to go to Heaven
Internally, I'm scrappy but I'm afraid to fight
I prefer to keep my hoops in so I stay in at night
They tell me not to falter, to tell 'em who I am
But I'm not fucking sure, I know I love shitty men
They normally contribute to the state that I'm in
This place that I'm in, this fucking state that I'm in
Sometimes in the morning, I feel bad when I get up
And I'll look around my house, and I'll look at all the stuff
And I get to feeling guilty and I think about my mom
I'm the first one in my family to see a million bucks

No, I don't wanna talk about it
I'd rather write my way around it
'Cause I don't wanna talk about it
No, I don't like the way it sounded
And I don't know no one around here
And I don't wanna talk about it
I don't wanna talk about it

I'm not much of a cooker but I like to make my pasta
I throw it in the pot and I mix it with the thought of losing all I've ever had, losing all I've ever fought for
And then I get high and I wonder what it's all for
I write songs about my father and the fucked up shit he did
But I take one out the chamber 'cause I'm learning to forgive
I would rather not throw him right up under the bus
Though I used to wish someday that he'd get hit by that bus
I would like to not be bitter and not take that back
And I prefer it sweet but still I take my coffee black
And it's four in the morning and I wake up in a sweat
Paranoid that someone's there, it's only ever just the wind

No, I don't wanna talk about it
I wanna write my way around it
No, I don't wanna talk about it
No, I don't like the way it sounds
And I don't know no one around here
And I don't wanna talk about it

So now that I'm twenty and I'm trying to figure out
What the hell to do with love and what the hell to do without
I walk in with my head high, I feel like a tall child
I sampled Lemonade and make Gucci Mane proud