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Dear Lord Lyrics

Artist: Obie Trice
Album: Bottoms Up
Song: Dear Lord
Typed by: [email protected]
[Chorus: Obie Trice]
Dear Lord, please forgive me, more I live I grow empty
Nothin in me, point out my enemy I'll put somethin in him
{*blam*} Feelin like that's the only remedy
Send him on his way when I f*** around his day
{"Okay!"} Cause to you they wanna send me
And I ain't got the energy, I'll let the clip empty
{"Okay! O-o-o-okay-k-kay! Kay-k-kay, kay-kay!"}

[Obie Trice]
I ain't gotta walk around town with my chest stuck out
A frown up my face when the press come out
n***** know what it is, one of the best, no doubt
Doubt that, test him and the S's come about
Aggression n***** need without
Too aggressive n***** rest under leaves where the G's hang out
I'm back stronger than ever
D-boy so it's like whatever, however, whenever
I dare ya, pallbearers bury ya
Pardon my, positivity failure
But they ain't tryin to hear ya when n*****'ll go and air ya a** out
Send you to the morgue, turn ya inside-out
Send you to ya momma 'til she pass out
Too many partners in the casket now
These foul b******s, don't appreciate life so f*** 'em
The P-nina-nina stay dumpin (stay dumpin)
[Chorus]

[Obie Trice]
Now Trice ain't all about runnin his mouth
He do that for a livin; y'all gotta feel him
In the streets he mute, my n**** autism
Don't confuse this with art-ism
n**** I refuse to lose, boss in him
Put your people in a pew when the mossberg start spittin
I'm livin, n**** I'm kiddin him
Take him from his paradise, Trice on his way to prison
Picture him leavin his children
I peel 'em; pilgrimage to another region
Them ecstasy pills got n***** schemers{?}
When the weapons spill them same n***** bleedin
'Fore I leave this world they gon' believe him
O ain't deceivin these people, that's feedin 'em
The hood's what he breathin, it's all good
Leave him in that box all wood (box all wood)
[Chorus]

[Obie Trice]
Trice is nice with aim
Put a n****, in a permament frame
When a n****'s, so determined to bang
Cause a n****'s, switchin lanes in that European thang
Don't be mad at your boy-boy, handle business
Cause he push the toy-toy, n***** envious
Crutch him up, Jehovah Witnesses
When the semi's start spittin, listen (listen)

[Chorus]

{*blam*}
{"Okay!"}
{"Okay! O-o-o-okay-k-kay! Kay-k-kay, kay-kay!"}

[Obie Trice]
Dear Lord, please forgive me, more I live I grow empty
Nothin in me, point out my enemy I'll put somethin in him {*blam*}
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