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The days are cold, living without you | The nights are long, I'm growing older | I miss the days of old, thinking about you
The days are cold, living without you The nights are long, I'm growing older I miss the days of old, thinking about you You may be gone, but you're never over If Proof could see me now, I know he'd be proud Somewhere in me deep down, there's something in me he found That made him believe in me, now no one can beat me now You try, it'll be them doors on Dre's Phantom, believe me clowns That means "suicide" homie, you'll never throw me Off of this course, blow me! Bitch, I do this all for the sport only But I want it all, I'm not just talking awards, homie And the ball's in my court and it's lonely on top of the world When you're the only one with the balls in your shorts To leave their jaws on the floors with no re-morse Remember that when they get to dogging you boy, homie So y'all can just get to blogging about bologna, I'm not gonna stop The saga continue, no stopping the force Obi, I'm mopping the floors With them, I keep trying pass it, but they keep on dropping the torch And it won't be long till this sport is O-V-E-R Just Blaze and me we are knocking on doors and no we Ain't pumpkins on Halloween but we'll show up on your porch, so be Careful what you say, there ain't no punks over here so follow me Through the fog like I'm S-N-double-O-P Let me guide you through the smoke G If only I wasn't traveling down this road by my lonely No one who knew me like you will ever know me I don't think you understand how much you meant to me The days are cold, living without you The nights are long, I'm growing older I miss the days of old, thinking about you You may be gone, but you're never over And it don't stop, oh And it don't quit, oh And it don't stop, oh And it don't quit, oh And I miss you, oh I just miss you, oh I just miss you, oh Homie I'll never forget you, no For you, I wanna write the sickest rhyme of my life So sick it'll blow up the mic, It'll put the "dyna" in mite Yeah it'll make the dopest MC wanna jump off a bridge and shit himself Tap dancing all over the beat, it'll jump off the page and spit itself Yeah it's the best thing I could do right now Doody for you is to rep' So I'm gonna fuck till I die, yeah I'ma do it to death And instead of mourning your death, I'd rather celebrate your life Elevate to new height, step on the gas and accelerate, I'mma need 2 mics 'Cause the way that I'm feeling tonight, everything I can just do right There's nothing that I can do wrong, I'm too strong and I'm just too hyped Just finished the rhyme and bust it, and - excuse the corny metaphor but They'll never catch up to all this energy that I've mustered So God just help me out while I fight through this grieving process Tryna process this loss is making me nauseous But this depression ain't taking me hostage I've been patiently watching this game, pacing these hallways You had faith in me always Proof you knew I'd come out of this slump, rise from these ashes Come right back on they asses, and go Mike Tyson on these bastards And I'ma show them, blow them out the water slaughter them homes I'ma own so many belts, the only place they can hit me is below them Homie I know I'm never gonna be the same without you I never would've came in this game, I'm going insane without you Matter of fact it was just the other night, had another dream about you You told me to get up, I got up I spread my wings and I flew You gave me a reason to fight, I was on my way to see you You told me "Naw, Doody you're not!" Laying on that table, I knew I was gonna make it, soon as you said "Think of Hailie", I knew There wasn't no way that I was ever gonna leave them babies, and Proof Not many are lucky enough to have a guardian angel like you Lord I'm so thankful, please don't think that I don't feel grateful, I do Just grant me the strength that I need, for one more day to get through So homie this is your song, I dedicate this to you I love you Doody The days are cold, living without you The nights are long, I'm growing older I miss the days of old, thinking about you You may be gone, but you're never over And it don't stop, oh And it don't quit, oh And it don't stop, oh And it don't quit, oh And I miss you, oh I just miss you, oh I just miss you, oh Homie I'll never forget you, no
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