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1

I
what another
Thinks about a
My began in the gutter
I
Therefore I

The pressure you crusha
The struggle me tougher
Like a hole in my
I need lover

I bring an extra
CUz life will fuck ya
A I do tucka
Stay like Chris Tucker

It's to trust others
motherfuckers
Can't wait for you to your back to fuck ya

or brothas
Niggaz don't ya

And if you don't tuck a
You get your dome

Chrome
Wrong,
It's a tone and the wrong color
With a scope on the barrel
With the infra-red
When blood get bitch you won't get up
So
get up in my grill
Thinking you won't get lit up

(Hook)
If I took my words like they came out
I've been blown my brains out
To get my out
I write this
Just to my stress
I write my shit for the manic
Who give a fuck

(Repeat x1)

And say...
my mind is like the land of the lost
And these thoughts of mines can't be bought for any
(In this) chase for wealth
Feels I can't trust no motherfucking body but self
(And that?)
Nobody understands my
Nobody else my pain
So they say I'm insane (And else?)

All the love I've ever had is
All I have is fear of alone
I'd rather be (Why?)

The solitude is like a breath of air
Cuz the is no one cares if I live or die
(But why not?)

I'm of hell
But ask me why
If I die
I know noody cry
At my funeral...

Wonder why I speak on death so
Cuz it's the only that I trust.
You can on it (Damn)

Sounds cliche but the natural is
All you can count on is death and
In life...
(That's up.)

(Hook x2)

(gunshot)