Eastside

I don't wanna go home
I'm not waiting on the street lights
Just feeling so alone
So I'm headed to the eastside
I gave my dog a bone
But he switched up
Couldn't decide
What team he was on
But my niggas won't let me slide
I wanna kill the nigga
Shoot em twice right in the head
But who gon watch my mama
If I'm locked up in the feds
All these evils thoughts
Not feeling right inside my head
Every nIght before I go to sleep
I try to make my bed
And imma lay in it
Just tired of all these fake niggas
Kore in the spital
Den I found out that did it
And nigga imma break yo mama heart when she hear missing
The real ones they been loyal from the start
Got rid of fake niggas

Mama I'm so sorry for this pain
And the storm ain't even started just the rain
Mama I'm so sorry if I changed
But you don't know what's running through my brain
Mama I'm so sorry for this pain
And the storm ain't even started just the rain
Mama I'm so sorry if I changed
But you don't know what's running through my brain

I don't want the lean no more
I been so tired of sippin'
And kore that's my brother hoe
He can't get tired of cripping
But sometimes when I wake up tho
I think I'm tired of living
But I just hit the studio
And spill out all my feelings
I just hit the studio and spill out all my pain
Stack it for the rainy days
While y'all making it rain
Was living in my mama house
But Now I'm in LA
And I'm just ballin' on these niggas like the NBA

Mama I'm so sorry for this pain
And the storm ain't even started just the rain
Mama I'm so sorry if I changed
But you don't know what's running through my brain
Mama I'm so sorry for this pain
And the storm ain't even started just the rain
Mama I'm so sorry if I changed
But you don't know what's running through my brain



Credits
Writer(s): Derrell Johnson
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