Dear Jill I've been trying to do my thing Since you've been away But I think about you everyday It's still hard I'm still bitter Still missin you sister I pour out a little liquor Spray your favorite perfume We hit the blunt now and then Bust out laughin and chokin Cuz me and you really wasn't bout no smokin Your mom is coping, but it's so rough I can see it in her eyes I can't stand to be around her too long She makes me wanna cry Why do God sometimes take away the good ones That's the big question that's got everybody stressin Ask him for me, so I can tell the mothers and fathers Who can't stop mourning for their sons and daughters It gets hard around the holidays and your birthdays We try to keep busy, taking extra work days My hurt days is when I go to ??? Cuz I ain't got my girl to split it with I really get sick When I think about that dirty nigga But mentally I know he's gettin his That makes me sleep better I'm never gonna let your memory die Even though a big part of me died when you left us I bought my moms a house The kids are gettin so big Even got me a man and all We call him Hotboy Our kinda nigga Thugged out, slugged up Bad temper known for tearin shit up He treats me nice though But I wanna let you know that I'ma work hard To stay on the right track and stay on guard Lord knows that I love you, my friend And I'ma end this until we meet again I miss you, Jill
Chorus: repeat 4X
Fallen, fallen angels I can't believe that you are gone I'm standing here all alone
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Copy to Clipboard: Dear Jill I've been trying to do my thing Since you've been away But I think about you everyday It's still hard I'm still bitter Still missin you sister I pour out a little liquor Spray your favorite perfume We hit the blunt now and then Bust out laughin and chokin Cuz me and you really wasn't bout no smokin Your mom is coping, but it's so rough I can see it in her eyes I can't stand to be around her too long She makes me wanna cry Why do God sometimes take away the good ones That's the big question that's got everybody stressin Ask him for me, so I can tell the mothers and fathers Who can't stop mourning for their sons and daughters It gets hard around the holidays and your birthdays We try to keep busy, taking extra work days My hurt days is when I go to ??? Cuz I ain't got my girl to split it with I really get sick When I think about that dirty nigga But mentally I know he's gettin his That makes me sleep better I'm never gonna let your memory die Even though a big part of me died when you left us I bought my moms a house The kids are gettin so big Even got me a man and all We call him Hotboy Our kinda nigga Thugged out, slugged up Bad temper known for tearin shit up He treats me nice though But I wanna let you know that I'ma work hard To stay on the right track and stay on guard Lord knows that I love you, my friend And I'ma end this until we meet again I miss you, Jill
Chorus: repeat 4X
Fallen, fallen angels I can't believe that you are gone I'm standing here all alone
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