Purple Rain - CrimeApple, DJ Skizz

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Woah

Pain made me human, God made me special

I don’t even rap, I’m just throwin' Webbles (?)

Told you this wasn’t a sound, naw this shit’s a level

Went from chicken spot special, to eatin' Chia Seed & Fennel

Pop need assistance, so I’m dreaming different

Cookin food for thought and I clean the dishes

Mom said do it while you got a shot

So I’m throwing her the keys, when I cop the drop

My nieces and nephews can’t recognize their Uncles face

I been running late to give em each a hundred cakes

Like that makes everything OK, but I hate stomach aches

If it ain’t about a come up, it ain’t much to say

I look over my shoulder, I can see the Devil

Thankfully imagination helped me leave the ghetto

Naturally, I want to sprinkle stones up in the bezel, shit

The Rock hurt us, like the people’s elbow

Woah

I used to sing Purple Rain in the mirror

We was ashed out, bread thinner than a pita

This is what it sounds like when thugs cry

Had a tattered umbrella, needed sunshine

Now the tomato taste sundried

Pesto in the 'rillo got my lungs fried

Remembering my Uncle and the shit he showed me

Look every man right in the eyes, yea that’s what he told me

He gave me 25 cents to play Shinobi

Right before he put some white shit up in the stogey

He had the still, he still breathing with some complications

Tried to tell him chill, but he don’t like confrontations

He like 'at least I kept an occupation'

Had to respect it, kept my mouth shut and I contemplated

Honestly I’m ashamed, but I got to say it.

I contributed a bit to every combination

(I'm not proud of that shit)

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You threw around the word 'forever', made her empty

Now don’t matter where you go, I bet you won’t forget me

I remember when I met you, I had butterflies

Still I mustered up the courage to say something fly

It was summertime, we was struggling but happy

Used to hit the park with soda cans and beef patties

Staring in your eyes, I think I kinda lost myself

In love you pay a price, and the cost was felt

Silly me, I thought you watched me give you all my time

You really wasn’t it, I can’t ignore the signs

Gotta go and start all over, we both know it’s hard

I got a question, can money mend a broken heart?

All I really know, is that I can never really love the same

We was dancing in the rain, until the thunder came

If you need some consolation, better call your sisters

I’m thinking about a new lady packing all your shit up

You gotta go…

I’m sorry, but you gotta go