OBIE TRICE - Don't Come Down lyrics

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    OBIE TRICE LYRICS
    
    "Don't Come Down"
    Don't come down things will always work out
    Don't come down things will always work out
    Don't come down things will always work out
    So when you find yourself in peices
    
    As a child i was fowl
    (uh) Ma, I couldn't understand them things that came out ya mouth (daddys ain't shit)
    You would cuss, fuss till your blood pressure went up, then give up and slouch on the couch and drink ya liqor (fuck you dog)
    A hard headed nigga I was quick temper short attention span not attending class (no) what a dummy
    I would run over you honey
    You confront me and say Obie you no longer have a mommy
    Don't use my phone don't even eat my food
    Matter a fact, Dont speak
    It was just me and you in that house with that mouse and them traps and they gat, waitin on the day when you gon pull the
    trigger back
    [Chorus] 
    
    Don't come down things will always work out (Im sorry)
    Don't come down things will always work out (I messed up)
    Don't come down things will always work out (Did wrong)
    So when you find yourself in peices
    
    You tryin to kill me boy (no)
    Is that what you wanna do, kill me? You wanna kill me (kill me)
    Your not feelin me the beepers not that drastic
    Its the B blasted, bastard
    Your lyin (your lyin)
    You took plastic freezer bags with dope inside of em
    She knew, damn but she hated that it was true
    I done raised two boys I can do away with you
    The locks changed and the nights got colder
    Im slinging bolders lookin like the bolda tolka
    Fuck it im the osta
    Im down for mounds  ride by my corner 
    Like Im not gone cry (no)
    Not reek the pain of watchin my youngest man (no no no)
    On the corners slangin cane
    Im callin the cops
    
    [chorus x2]
    
    Ma even though I left the house alone
    I was seventeen years old on my own using these streets as my home (yea)
    Theres no reason to prolong this beef (yea i love you)
    Ms. Eleanor  Trice I place no one above you
    You the reason when I hustled I knew the stack
    The reason when I opened up t mics i knew to rip (rip dat)
    The ethnics you instilled on this hectic young brother
    Rubbed off after all 
    Now look at ya boy (Look)
    When they ask about me now you aint gon just put ya head down ma
    Straighten up ma you can smile now, proud
    Everythings kosher with the boshterous oysta
    Lets get closer
    The regrets never opposed us
    
    [chorus x2]
    
    [Thanks to EmericanCitizen@eminem.com for these lyrics]
    [Thanks to ANGELGRL88A@msn.com for correcting these lyrics]

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