Answers (Outro) lyrics

[Hook]
Well, I don't have the answers
So I won't tell you lies
Well, I don't have the answers
So I won't tell you lies

[Verse 1: Tsu Surf]
She called me out the blue, she must've sensed it
She start prayin', "Dear Father" her first sentence
Nose start flarin' up, eyes start tearin' up
I don't pray to God, I pray to her, I know she there and stuff
How she know my heart hurt? How she know I can't sleep?
She don't know I'm married, still engaged to these damn streets
If you can swim, f*ck a bridge, sometime burn it down
Did some people wrong that I shouldn't, but I'm learnin' now
Hope she never hear it, I would hate to have to hurt her now
I went to put in work and heard her voice, but I ain't turn around
Don't worry, Grandma, 'cause the guys is with me
Last charge, no co-de, only God was with me
I'm paranoid: old bodies, still hear voices
My back against the wall, a n*gga made choices
Them or me, them or me, ain't easy as it sound
Keep your chin up, Timbs down, keep the strap around
Kush clouds, thinkin', "Where I went wrong at?"
"Am I where I'm supposed to be? Is this where I belong at?"
Got some homies still livin' in the feds still
Game feel like a poker table, trap feel like a treadmill
Cuz got hit up, tell me stories how the lead feel
And when he go to sleep he still hear it in his head still
Ibuprofen, still in pain and sh*t
His body hurt when it rain and sh*t
Learned a lesson through him
Seein' tubes connected to him
Waitin' to catch the n*gga who did it, then get the message to him
[Hook]
Well, I don't have the answers
So I won't tell you lies
Well, I don't have the answers
So I won't tell you lies

[Verse 2: Tsu Surf]
A couple n*ggas made it, a couple n*ggas didn't
In quicksand, try and get it how my n*ggas livin'
sh*t, I don't trust a soul, that's how you gotta be
And shoot first, there's no regrets and no apologies
I've seen major pains, late night laser games
Trapped through that drought
I had to get it, n*ggas prayed for rain
I made nothin' somethin', a little a lot
I went to sleep hungry, mice riddled the pots
I don't got answers, I can't tell you lies
Saw flowers on them corners we was slingin' pies
And you never feel it 'til your mans go
Momma found it in the crib, I had to get a bando
Wax home now off a eight piece
We 'bout to turn up, sh*t, he should hate sleep
Candy yams in that kitchen, I can make sweets
Pack finished, four days, that's a late week

[Hook]
Well, I don't have the answers
So I won't tell you lies
Well, I don't have the answers
So I won't tell you lies