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It's Bristol, baby I think the Lord gave me too many chances I started workin' on my habits I think my girl gave me too many chances I look to me like I'm a savage, mm I think my bros gave me too many chances (Oh, oh, oh) I feel my loyalty is damaged (Oh, oh, oh) I think my pops gave me too many chances (Oh, oh, oh) My self-reflection bein' challenged (Oh, oh, oh) Woah-oh-oh All of my flaws, I can't ignore it I've been a dawg, I done it all, I know, I'm sorry It's not your fault that you love me, I've been dishonest It's like I'm heartless But you know I, I can give you the world if I tried To put my pride to the side, but my mind Keeps me from showin' you things that I hide But you know I, I At thе top of my lungs, cryin', "God, get us out the trench" All of my dawgs gotta ball, wе off the bench I don't feel I deserve to be as blessed I think the Lord gave me too many chances (Oh, oh, oh) Letras de cancionesI started workin' on my habits (Oh, oh, oh) I think my girl gave me too many chances (Oh, oh, oh) I look to me like I'm a savage (Oh, oh, oh) I think my bros gave me too many chances (Oh, oh, oh) I feel my loyalty is damaged (Oh, oh, oh) I think my pops gave me too many chances (Oh, oh, oh) My self-reflection bein' challenged (Oh, oh, oh) Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh At the top of my lungs, cryin', "God get us out the trench" All of my dawgs gotta ball, we off the bench I don't feel I deserve to be as blessed I think the Lord gave me too many chances (Chances, chances) I started workin' on my habits (Chances, chances) I think my girl gave me too many chances (Chances, chances) I look to me like I'm a savage, uh (Chances, chances) I think my bros gave me too many chances (Chances, chances) I feel my loyalty is damaged (Chances, chances) I think my pops gave me too many chances (Chances, chances) And I don't think that I can manage (Chances, chances) Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh From Letras Mania