| Nose bloody, face numb
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| Shoulda copped this from the jump
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| Window broken, chain smokin', eyes open for a month
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| Blowin' indo like my engine with your problems in the trunk
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| Bangin'—bangin' down yo' block, I wonder when my time is up
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| Nose bloody, face numb
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| Shoulda copped this from the jump
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| Window broken, chain smokin', eyes open for a month
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| Blowin' indo like my engine with your problems in the trunk
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| Bangin'—bangin' down yo' block, I wonder when my time is up
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| I broke down in a broke-down
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| Beamer, fever dreams, and a blood white-tee, like
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| Pleas believe in m, my demons seek attention more than once or twice a week
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| But, shit, third time’s a charm
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| Hands fucked up from the battle scars
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| At 16, railing lines of Adderall, I know I’m young, but I’m well involved
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| And I’m reckless, too impatient, but I’ll chase it if I can
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| Light my indo out the window of my mama’s minivan
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| And I ain’t slept in a minute, dependin' on hazy visions
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| Crash the whip, clock tickin' on Main Street
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| The block burnin' where I live at, but every day the same, the same, the same,
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| the same
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| Nose bloody, face numb
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| Shoulda copped this from the jump
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| Window broken, chain smokin', eyes open for a month
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| Blowin' indo like my engine with your problems in the trunk
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| Bangin'—bangin' down yo' block, I wonder when my time is up
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| I’m in the back cuffed up to the seat I’m 'gainst
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| I didn’t really know what happened, stayed true to my same old patterns
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| 'Til life had to go and capture, my life was a deep disaster
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| Stayed true to the things that mattered
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| Brain so scattered, sleep deprived, I think I’m high
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| I think I’ll die, until then, let me stay on Saturn
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| I had to break the bank and break my mental
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| Hit the brakes and dodge my friends, it ain’t that simple, fuck
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| Life been out of luck, life been ringin' pain
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| I’m really feelin' like I’m stuck
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| But if I yell again, you’re gonna tighten up the cuffs
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| Nose bloody, face numb
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| Shoulda copped this from the jump
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| Window broken, chain smokin', eyes open for a month
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| Blowin' indo like my engine with your problems in the trunk
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| Bangin'—bangin' down yo' block, I wonder when my time is up
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| Never been on place like a whip, like
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| Way so stuck in my foundation like a brick, like
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| Wait, pickin' up my friends and the shit, like
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| Mmm, lookin' for a spot where we could kick, like
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| Slidin' like a skateboard trick, like wait
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| Waited 'til the light came back around
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| We were listenin' to Blonde, speakers had a different sound
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| So safe, flying saucer floatin' 'round the town all day
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| 'Til I moved away without a trace in the backseat
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| Tryna make it out the future’s face, you runnin' past me
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| Fearin' all the faces start to fade, don’t ask me
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| Where I hope to be at 28, the thought’ll crash me
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| Huh, the thought’ll crash me |