| Y’all thought I was done, huh?
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| Thought it was over?
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| Shit, it ain’t over
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| I’m just gettin' started in this motherfucker
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| Boondox! |
| The Scarecrow
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| And these moments I can’t take
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| That I feel like I’mma break
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| When did I get so down
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| Never thought I slow down
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| Was it over? |
| Got sober
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| Didn’t know what I might do
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| Feel like heads from a prestan
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| Hit me back (I knew I was a motherfucking beast!)
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| Ain’t been too long I’ve been sober
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| Blacked out most of my damn life
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| Bitches get fucked in bent over
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| I got shot on the next wife
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| Y’all don’t know but a little bit
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| My shit ain’t been closed to told
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| Always say that I’m loosin' it
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| But my soul ain’t been close to sold
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| Angel on my shoulder and the devil in my right hand
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| Lookin' to Jehova, empty bottle on the night stand
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| Battle with delusion calls, battle with who close to me
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| So much damn confusion didn’t know who I supposed to be
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| But never no more, repeat that never no more
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| I see that comin' from a mile away and never no more
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| Don’t be that same motherfucker with my head up in the cloud
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| Not just another motherfucker screamin' «hi, look at me now»
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| Still rollin' with the heater, desert eagle, that will never change
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| Quick to pull the triger now y’all fools are never outta range
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| Only thing you need to know I got to put this on my tatt
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| Dox is fucking monster ressurected, put that on the hat
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| And these moments I can’t take
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| That I feel like I’mma break
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| When did I get so down
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| Never thought I slow down
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| Was it over? |
| Got sober
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| Didn’t know what I might do
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| Feel like heads from a prestan
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| Hit me back (I knew I was a motherfucking beast!)
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| Though I stand at the evident, was let me get my mind right
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| They shoulda kept me on that shit, not let me get my rhyme tight
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| 19 days locked in the dark, y’all don’t think I was coming back
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| Dirty now, he ain’t got the heart, but here I spit on another track
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| Hoping that these bastards don’t forgot how much they hate me
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| Hope they still be sleepin' on it and highly underrate me
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| Hope your girls don’t flick while you work on my shit
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| Hope she use your credit card and not twitch when she buy it
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| Now I got this new shit, enjoy it now and live it up
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| First that she hear this gon' be the last time that she give it up
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| On you can put that on a tall tee
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| With my number writen under it so she can call me
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| Call me? |
| A motherfucker call me lame ass
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| Long as heatens love me you can put a bullet in my brain
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| And they gon' resurrect on the third day (apparition)
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| You just feedin' fire to the flames bitch (ammunition)
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| And these moments I can’t take
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| That I feel like I’mma break
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| When did I get so down
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| Never thought I slow down
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| Was it over? |
| Got sober
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| Didn’t know what I might do
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| Feel like heads from a prestan
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| Hit me back (I knew I was a motherfucking beast!) |