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What about everything, that I did in my life Will it be forgotten, as soon as I die No man knows the day or the hour, no man knows the time But all that I ask, is please let me die dignified Yeah Okay Say for instance, we outside, we finna cut up Plus the owner just sent us a bottle, bitch we lucked up Huh I'm steady turning down the shots, I'm feeling fucked up Kayla saying bitch, stop being pussy, pick the cup up So, I'm like, fuck it Why not? Bitch, it's just us Okay My nigga left us in the club He must trust us Dummy They just packed a nigga out, he looking roughed up And now we running out the club, kicking dust up Huh? So which one of us could drive, not me Letras de cancionesNope TT in the corner saying, bitch, I gotta pee I'm out TT out So now it's just three And jazz leaning out her heels puking, so is Que The only person left, is Tamia, so we green Then Tamia look at me, and says she thinks she lost her keys What? On top of that, she left her glasses, she can't see Hmm So the only real option here is me Okay We in a car, five deep, time to lock in Huh? I'm trying to back out, a Honda got me blocked in I'm off Patron, in my zone, body rocking Uh huh But I gotta get us home, no other option Let's go I'm on the E-way, everything's smooth I'm going 45, I think it's time to cruise I'm playing slow jams. I'm trying to set the mood Then boom, hit a wall Send us to the upper room to our doom, too soon What about everything, that I did in my life Will it be forgotten, as soon as I die No man knows the day or the hour, no man knows the time But all that I ask, is please let me die dignified Yeah The ambulance is on the scene, checking pulses Huh? My family waiting, trying to see what the results is They huddled up, trying to pray, they consulting Huh? But they don't know the steering wheel done pushed my skull in Hey I done killed everybody in the car Huh? But how? The destination wasn't even far And my mama know I don't drink and drive, that's bizarre Huh? So how the fuck I crash on the way home from the bar? Huh? Fox News saying, I was just a troubled star That should show you how you die might become just who you are It don't matter what you did in your life or what you saw You gotta answer when a maker pull your number out the jar Dummy! Put the bottle down, or call a Uber Stupid We having fun, I hate to be a party pooper Uh huh But you know death is on a prowl, he a recruiter Yeah and he quick to turn your life into a blooper Bitch, put the bottle down Hoe, call an Uber We turning up, I hate to be a party pooper Don't you know that Death is on the prowl and he could scoop ya? You know, you my bitch It's only right, I had to school ya What? What about everything, that I did in my life Will it be forgotten, as soon as I die No man knows the day or the hour, no man knows the time But all that I ask, is please let me die dignified Yeah From Letras Mania