| Manifesto of depression
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| Stocking up my weapons
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| Natural Born Killers, get relief from my aggression
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| Symbol of oppression
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| Triple six flexing
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| Fuck boys love my seconds
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| Smoking dope while I’m texting
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| Sounds so simple, right?
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| Artesian on some ice
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| Both wrists sliced, killing myself every night
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| Mother fuckers want to adopt the dark, but I was born in it
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| Popping pills until I’m stopping hearts, bunch of worms swimming…
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| Through my veins and blood, put that lead in my skull
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| Through my veins and blood, put that lead through my skull
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| Kill yourself, mother fucker
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| Death in the night
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| Hiding from the light
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| Everything changes when you make it out alive
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| Middle of the night, hoping that I die
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| Middle of the night, always fucking high
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| Got a life I’m trying to shake
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| Get the fuck away
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| Die slow for me, baby, let’s get the fuck away
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| Die slow let’s get the fuck away
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| I’m hoping that someone will come and slit my throat
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| And then I can finally overdose
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| Shawty looking like she needs some rest, so in the grave she goes
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| I’m right beside her
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| She trying to get what’s in my chest
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| Hollow ribs
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| She doesn’t know that I’m a ghost
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| Haunting the air with my sweet decay
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| For death I do not delay
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| Yeah, that’s why my skin is grey
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| Five Nine is the blood stain painted on your day
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| Switching up the blade
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| Yeah, she said she wants the knife
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| Told her, bitch I got the sword
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| Yeah, her dress ain’t white no more
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| I’m that seventh ward dead lord
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| Got my bitch dead on the floor
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| Now she begging for some more
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| Now she begging for some more
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| Would you die for me?
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| Would you die for me?
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| I need you and I hope you need me too
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| I want to kill you
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| Would you die for me?
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| Would you die for me?
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| I need you and I hope you need me too |