| Car jack, gat packed, hard head, wig split
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| Die nigga die nigga die nigga die
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| Gotta be equipped with a Jason mask
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| Sunk back in the driver’s seat
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| Blunt between my lips
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| I’m riding with a bitch that’s high as me
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| She ducking out
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| She trying to sleep
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| I’m ducking out
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| I’m trying to see the road
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| But all I can see are four horsemen
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| Coming closer to me
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| I think I’m about to die
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| We’ll see
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| Swerving on them motherfuckers, bitch
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| It ain’t my time
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| Let the world blow up first then
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| I might just close my eyes
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| It’s all I really wanted my whole life
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| The universe won’t notice bitch
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| You just another life
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| The sun’ll rise
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| The stars have already died
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| Car jack, gat packed, hard head, wig split
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| Die nigga die nigga die nigga die
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| Gotta be equiped with a Jason mask
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| (I) see the reaper creeping as my blood is seeping
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| Sleeping deeper through the night so I can face my demons
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| (My) weakness seems to be that I cannot stop breathing
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| Death keeps cheating on my life, but on my soul it’s feeding
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| It goes on and on and on and on and on
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| Leading to the fleeting of an endless dream
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| Screaming and needing
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| Yelling and pleeding that things ain’t as they seem
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| In the cut sneaking and tweaking because I can’t stop seeking
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| This pain is torture of horror that I’m always conceiving |