| If I could start my life over I wouldn’t change a damn thing
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| I’d still be an empty shell with a corrupt brain
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| My nuts would still hang, hanging like orangutan titties
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| Still be labeled weirdest nigga in my city still
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| Living in hell, still willing to kill
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| Still gotta take my pills I been cursed with a gift
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| I’m bipolar
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| Look, and my life is just a byproduct of my struggles
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| Still wishing I could die tomorrow
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| I still be a suicidal high roller
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| Shaking these dice with my life for the rush of it
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| Fucked over, look
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| I done been fucked over so many times
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| I’m still grateful of them sluts for it
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| I still be a venomous cancer to the youth
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| Killing them all, and loving it too
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| And still loving what I do, know you loving it too
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| Still comfortable with these cunt fans, I’ll bust on your tooth
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| I still be the psychopathic cult leader
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| Probably die gulping bleach by the fucking liter
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| I still beat my meat with no lotion either
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| I still steal puppies from the fucking breeder
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| And I’m still Instagram preaching
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| Fronting like my life ain’t going off the deep end
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| And east weekend look, I’m still self seeking
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| Selfish, helpless, Hell Bent, demon
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| Craig Xen, but ain’t nothing zen about me
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| I’m rowdy, and proud to be aggressively announcing
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| «I still ain’t shit, ain’t been shit, and I don’t ever plan to be»
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| I gotta do stupid shit to keep my sanity
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| «Why?»
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| Cause I’m an Adrenalin junky
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| Still Devilish and handsome
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| I’m trying to fuck on your auntie, Nigga
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| So tell that bitch let me fuck
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| Tell your auntie let me fuck |