Talk to ’Em Jeezy
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[Hook]
Like a person needs his soul
Like the winter needs the cold
Just talk to em for a minute, ay just talk to em for a minute
Like the baby needs to cry
If you go I swear I'll die
[Verse 1]
How the fuck I'm free out here and you locked in there
Your whole family acts like I don't care
They don't know about the nights I just lay in my bed
I can't even sleep, I just lay in my bed
Eyes full of tears and a heart full of pain
Take deep breaths everytime I hear your name
You was more than family you was like my brother
So when the shit went down it's like I lost my brother
And I wish we could trade places
Swear to God dawg wish we could trade places
Livin' a life of crime, but it wasn't your life it was more like mine
I often think about the close calls we had
And I often think about the close brawls we had
And I love my nigga, what you know bout that
And I'll do anything to get golmouf back talk to 'em
Like a person needs his soul, like the winter needs the cold
Like a Baby needs to cry, If you go I swear I'll Die
Like a person needs his soul
Like the winter needs the cold
Just talk to em for a minute, ay just talk to em for a minute
Like the baby needs to cry
If you go I swear I'll die
[Verse 1]
How the fuck I'm free out here and you locked in there
Your whole family acts like I don't care
They don't know about the nights I just lay in my bed
I can't even sleep, I just lay in my bed
Eyes full of tears and a heart full of pain
Take deep breaths everytime I hear your name
You was more than family you was like my brother
So when the shit went down it's like I lost my brother
And I wish we could trade places
Swear to God dawg wish we could trade places
Livin' a life of crime, but it wasn't your life it was more like mine
I often think about the close calls we had
And I often think about the close brawls we had
And I love my nigga, what you know bout that
And I'll do anything to get golmouf back talk to 'em
Like a person needs his soul, like the winter needs the cold
Like a Baby needs to cry, If you go I swear I'll Die
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