| «Must one person’s triumph be another’s humiliation?»
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| «Of course!»
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| Call me
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| Call me
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| Oh, my God! |
| (Oh, my god)
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| Ayy, another day waiting for death
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| Every day that I waste on my list of regrets, so I tell myself
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| «It's okay, day after next, we’ll make all these arrangements to change—you can
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| better yourself» (Uh-oh)
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| I know I’m wasting my breath as I inhale
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| I know I’m escaping my death as I inhale
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| I, I can’t recall why I’m suffocating
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| My lungs are failing
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| How can I-
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| Forgive you?
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| Oh my God! |
| (Oh, my god)
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| Step into the mind of a Cut Throat
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| Empty streets, cold weather, all alone
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| Blackness, grey air, just snow
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| Feelings low, being followed by crows
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| Call list overflowed with hotlines
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| Drug help, mental, $uicide
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| Feel tired, feel dried, and you wanna die
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| Pride fried, closed eyes, and you start to cry
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| Swear I spent a lifetime tryna get it right
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| Still isolated, still outta sight
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| Keep my dreads swingin' like they in a fight
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| I just wanna kill everyone in sight
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| Take the money, take the bitches, take the drugs, take the gold
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| Baby, let me decompose
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| Never names said, more shade spit
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| I’ma see you one day, that’s a promise
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| How can I-
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| Forgive you?
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| Oh my God! |
| (Oh, my god)
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| Call me
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| Call me |