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Someday I will stop restraining my emotions
Nerves will collapse on the rocks like an ocean
Frozen, frozen, my heart is broken
It's strange that this is not my slogan
I sold my soul and lose control
I got hella hoes, that flow like a sauce
They stick out on me like I'm blow
I aslo heard that i read too slow
I can't eat, i can't sleep
Buried deep, deep... deeper than you think
You know I'm quick, two f*cking hits
You brain will turn into chicken meat
Coke, meth, f*cking stress
I'm responsible for this mess
Put the Uzi for you chest
The coming day brings you death
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Friday, driveway
I'm driving to the red light on the highway
f*ck fame, anyway
I only smoke Mary Jane
Try it again, I'll cook you brain
My whole life is a hunger game