| Eats away at you, eats away at you
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| Eats away at you, eats away at you
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| Eats away at you, eats away at you
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| Eats away at you, eats away at you
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| Eats away at you, eats away at you
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| Eats away at you, eats away at you
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| Eats away at you, eats away at you (Sleezy)
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| Heard you on your knees every day, prayin' that I’m dead (Fuck outta here)
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| Mama don’t understand but this the way that I live (No-no)
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| Feel like we’re runnin' out of luck in a grave or the feds (Yeah)
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| Did my dirt and now I gotta lay in my bed (Mula)
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| It’s do-or-die (Boom) or you and I (Boom-boom)
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| I don’t care about goin' back to jail, I’m institutionalized (No-no)
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| Had the lawyer money ready, stacked since June-July (Mula)
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| Hunnid K bail even though I know it’s suicide (Sleezy)
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| I’m back to my old ways, they want me crucified (Bitch)
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| Fuck the system 'cause I’m a jail baby (Sleezy)
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| Thirty-eight shell brazy (Boom-boom), on my way to Hell, baby
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| Ain’t no way in Hell could save me (No-no)
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| Probably smokin' Ls with Hades (Sleezy)
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| Sleezy, Sleezy
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| Sleezy, Sleezy
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| Sleezy, Sleezy
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| Sleezy, Sleezy
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| Sleezy, Sleezy
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| Sleezy, Sleezy
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| Sleezy |