| Every night I fall asleep I feel the spirit watching me
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| Corner my eye I take a peek I just can’t shake it off of me
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| I think I should make a deal
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| Now my body get the chills
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| Chasing dragons seeking thrills
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| I can feel this shit forreal
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| Think my brain won’t ever heal
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| Puttin some hollow tips in my steel
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| I know that they want me killed
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| Pressing my temple with tip of a drill
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| I can feel the pressure building up
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| Feel it bout to reach a boiling point I think I’ve had enough
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| But this ain’t adding up
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| Won’t ever get peace I’m gon find it alone
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| For my sins I won’t atone
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| I been stuffin my stress up inside of a cone
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| I been burning burning I been getting high
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| World keep turning turning and I still wanna die
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| Yeah I still wanna go
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| Ball to the head that I got for the low
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| I been stuck in the snow
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| It’s a prison you know
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| Draco the chopper to cut up on all of the people who testing my blessing
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| My weapon is stepping up right at the neck
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| And they catching that wreck
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| And I’m pullin it out and they hittin the deck
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| I might do it for fun and spray up the whole scene
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| We get money from schemes when we cut up the cream
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| And I run with the fiends and the pushers and pimps
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| Never gon see me around with no simps
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| Lickin my knife until blood on my lips
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| Sick in the head, fill me with lead
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| Until I’m bleeding out right in my bed
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| Cuz I’d rather fade out and fuckin be dead
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| Enough has got said
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| Yea cut it |