Field Mob - Crutch Lyrics

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[Chorus]

You are not alone 'cause I'm going through this thing with you

You don't have to cry no more

If we make it through this pain promise I'm gon' keep it real with you

You don't have to cry no more

[Boondox] I remember bein broke with no record deal

[Kalage] Broke with no job

[B] Too broke to smoke dope

[K] Man times so hard

I wanna take my own life

[B] That's what pain do to you

[K] But I'm too broke to even die

[B] I couldn't afford a funeral

[K] I'm too broke to spend time

[B] Y'all don't know how it feel

I could've been a metal welder

[K] 'Cause I know how to steel (steal)

[B] Naw I ain't braggin I'm just keepin it real

I was so broke my wet dream was 'bout eatin a meal

[K] Man I been homeless

[B] You ever spent the night in the grass?

[K] With ants and mesquitos

[B] While they bitin ya ass

[K] My best friend got shot nine times for nothin

He was all I had we used to lie and say we was cousins

[B] Even momma turned her back on me wouldn't look me in my face

I'm a disgrace to my folks...

[K] 'Cause I ain't graduate?

[B] I ain't have nobody

[K] Man I wish I was dead

[B] I was alone so I turned to God and he said

[Boondox]

As far as I remember I been in high school ever since elementary

Since the fifth I been twistin spliffs and hittin the weed

My eyes went through menestration every day in the summer

At age six my piss could crank up a Hummer

Had a hooker mom like Alfred she Hitchcock

Bumped dad 'cause when he visit it was like a pit stop

I lived knock hard like Jay-Z boy ya won

Things got harder at age eighteen I bought a gun

A three-eighty caliber for street crazy scavengers

Tryna take my ?? I'll turn your hat lavender

Sacks of herb in my pocket I smoke eventually

Supposed to be sellin 'em but it's hard to give 'em away

Livin the day for tomorrow so on the down-low

I used beats and rhymes why not look at me now

From flippin dimes playin get like me to get a dollar

To ridin on my own twenties in my Impala I ain't cryin

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[Chorus]

[Kalage]

Well I been hearin a lotta people say that blood's thicker than water

Well answer this then which would you swallow?

I said that to say it don't matter friend or kin

Shawn ain't my cousin but he here through thick and thin

[B] OK I came up but all the faith folks came down

[K] The script flip flopped

[B] Now the game changed round

Everybody wanna chill now in my grill now

Now my smile ice cold white gold like whooooooaaaa!

[Chorus 4x]

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