Cent baby Laying on this bed Wondering if I will make it Laying on this bed Wondering if I could change it Laying on this bed Picturing about my past Laying in this bed wondering about my fears and ambition Talking to my soul while You listen Praying for a better proposition Hoping my ex never get what she was missing But if she do it’s a fair well Tell her go to hell I wouldn’t have been Here preaching from a sick bed but how would You know Fucking different niggas And You was Loosing all ur ideas Ur Feelings was dark till your eyes clear Now I’m dying all alone is dis really the idea All the love that I gave All the trust that you caved Wishing it was all retained Blow me like a hurricane Electrifying all the fucking cell in my fucking brain I’m t