| Bitch, my brain working against me
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| Hurts some days, but I whip it like a ten speed
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| (What?)
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| Flashbacks of how you-
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| Flashbacks of how you left me
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| Bitch, my brain working against me
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| Hurts some days, but I whip it like a ten speed
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| (What?)
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| Flashbacks of how you-
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| Flashbacks of how you left me
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| 25/8, two, four, six blunts to the face
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| Anyone saying I changed would still not know me anyways
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| Scumbag to the grave, blunt ash in my veins
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| Bad days upon bad days, that’s just how I hang
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| Mouth full of crooked teeth, I be spittin' for infamy
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| Enter death and it’s into me, skeleton the whole infantry (Boy)
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| Dark weave rows when I walk (When I walk)
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| Thunder Air bubbles in the air when I talk (SESH)
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| Bitch, my brain working against me
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| Hurts some days, but I whip it like a ten speed
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| (What?)
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| Flashbacks of how you-
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| Flashbacks of how you left me |