Jessie Murph - Gucci Mane (Lyrics)

[Jessie Murph - Gucci Mane No I don&wanna talk about it (Lyrics): [Verse 1] I&from Alabama, I&&4'11 I&got a shitty father and I&like to go to Heaven Internally, I&scrappy but I&afraid to fight I prefer to keep my hoops in So I stay in at night They tell me not to falter, to tell &who I am But I¬ fucking sure, I know I love shitty men They normally contribute to the state that I&in This place that I&in, this fucking state that I&in Sometimes in the morning, I feel bad when I get up And I&look around my house, and I&look at all the stuff And I get to feeling guilty and I think about my mom I&the first one in my family to see a million bucks [Chorus] No, I don&wanna talk about it I&rather write my way around it &I don&wanna talk about it No, I don&like the way it sounded And I don&know no one around here And I don&wanna talk about it I don&wanna talk about it [Verse 2] I¬ much of a cooker but I like to make my pasta I throw it in the pot and I mix it with the thought of losing all I&ever had Losing all I&ever fought for And then I get high and I wonder what it&all for I write songs about my father and the fucked up shit he did But I take one out the chamber &I&learning to forgive I would rather not throw him right up under the bus Though I used to wish someday that he&get hit by that bus I would like to not be bitter and not take that back And I prefer it sweet But I still take my coffee black And it&four in the morning and I wake up in a sweat Paranoid that...