| So, I been runnin' up the ends, like a track star
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| Short life, pretty girls, and the fast cars
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| Rest in peace to my moms, yeah, I miss her
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| convolk, up next, with a black heart
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| Leave me to myself
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| Don’t need nobody else
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| Yeah, I asked for help
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| But, no one ever helped
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| Leave me to myself
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| My soul, I’m gonna sell
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| And it ain’t hard to tell
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| That I’m goin' to hell
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| Get cold, wrist froze, like I told you
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| Get bands, all alone, like I’m 'sposed to
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| Don’t come to my funeral, I don’t know you
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| I’m next, no flex, 'cause I chose to
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| Don’t have nobody to get close to
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| Don’t have nobody, I got no crew
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| They tell me I’ll come up, I got no clue
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| I’m dyin' inside, but that’s old news
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| So, I been askin', «Where you at, where you at?»
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| So, I been feelin' sorta mad, sorta mad
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| So, I been thinkin' 'bout the past, 'bout the past
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| And I don’t think I really want this shit to last
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| So, I been runnin' up the ends, like a track star
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| Short life, pretty girls, and the fast cars (skrrrt!)
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| Rest in peace to my moms, yeah, I miss her
|
| convolk, up next, with a black heart
|
| Leave me to myself
|
| Don’t need nobody else
|
| Yeah, I asked for help
|
| But, no one ever helped
|
| Leave me to myself
|
| My soul, I’m gonna sell
|
| And it ain’t hard to tell
|
| That I’m goin' to hell
|
| So, I been askin', «Where you at, where you at?»
|
| So, I been feelin' sorta mad, sorta mad
|
| So, I been thinkin' 'bout the past, 'bout the past
|
| And, I don’t think I really want this shit to last
|
| So, I been runnin' up the ends, like a track star
|
| Short life, pretty girls, and the fast cars
|
| Rest in peace to my moms, yeah, I miss her
|
| convolk, up next, with a black heart
|
| Leave me to myself
|
| Don’t need nobody else
|
| Yeah, I asked for help
|
| But, no one ever helped
|
| Leave me to myself
|
| My soul, I’m gonna sell
|
| And it ain’t hard to tell
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| That I’m goin' to hell |