The Making of A Black Hole lyrics

[Intro]
B.Young
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Brr
Yeah (Yeah, yeah)

[Verse]
I see death in fifty-six shades of gray
Talkin' to my conscience, present the offer then let ’em stay
Lie to all my friends, that sh*t gone I f*ck with anyway
Never understand what my shadow averages everyday, n*gga
My old chick found out some old sh*t that's still in the picture
Burned out the negatives, the sentiments are bound to be scripted
Only f*ckin' on a n*gga ’cause them sinners be gifted
Different strokes, Professor Oak, now she rely on assistance
To give a sh*t, my n*gga split, you [?] of a n*gga
But then the shifts that this was it and took the road of persistence
Too many pills, my kidneys failed, it's just a drug with prescription
Dapped up my mans, passed off the hands, now I got lungs in my liquor
A solid month, I do enough and I got char for a liver
The opposition provides competition not a resistance
My composition is concocted with a shot of decision
I've sent the rocks to ever clear the shot that docks in your vision
Call up the shorty on the line, she's been aching for this sh*t
Take my time but never mind, the heart finds home in the distance
So they on hold when they call my phone to receipt some interest
There's some mud, I lie in blood, a life made love to my [?]
A lion cub, I seen enough, I gave my heart to the witches
You finding love when you give up and just give in as you listen
The waves are crashing, thoughts won't clash and I won't pass you don't see them
Find out my past is just a path that’s walkin’ past my own freedom
Run in your spot, duckin' the cops, I did lot in my infant
Lying for [?] sh*tty I got [?] for what I did
A penny a thought, many, a lot, I put a block on new women
Don’t wanna talk, too much to start, I got a flood in my engine