| I don’t fuck with you or your town
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| Voices in my head going wild
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| Push me to my edge and I die
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| Y’all gon' test me or not, y’all gon' test me or not
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| Fuck 'em all, fuck 'em all
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| I hear them talking in the halls
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| They making fun of all my flaws
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| I feel so alone and lost
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| God I hate this fucking school, who made these fucking rules
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| Swear that this ain’t cool, and all this fucking pressure what is there to prove
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| And I am so confused, and I am finna lose it
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| I might flip and OOHH!
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| Probably hurt someone
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| Plus the shit that I get from my mom back at home makes the perfect storm
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| Only thing to bring calm is the percs I’m on
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| Hide the way that I feel play the perfect son
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| When she sleep I take cash out her purse and run and go buy drugs everything
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| just to blow up numb
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| Now it’s back up to school with the jocks I don’t get it
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| Pretentious bitches mind your business
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| I hear your whispers and your disses
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| They call me weird bitch I’m a misfit
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| The homie just passed away
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| And I can’t do class today
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| I’d rather get smashed astray
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| From this place stuck in hell all these bastards fake
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| One more kid call me weird I’ma bash his face
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| All this pain, I might turn to a basket case
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| I don’t fit in so our peers can hate
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| Where the fuck is the God I just ask for faith
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| These voices in my head, they force me to the edge
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| And I am not prepared to make it through the day
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| To many tears i’ve shed, these stresses got me scared
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| It’s best if I was dead
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| My dad ask about my day, I lie and say it was great
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| He don’t know all the shit I take, I just suppress then get high then I drift
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| away
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| I lock myself in my room catch a wave of the tune, of my favorite rapper then I
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| gaze at the moon
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| I dreamt tomorrow shifted, day was a doom
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| Pray I’m left alone and maybe shit’ll be cool man
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| But fuck it, uh
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| I sit here sad for what
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| Sick of being here mad as fuck, I steal the gun from my dad then I pack it up
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| Off to school with the tool, I don’t brag or bluff
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| Fuck around they don’t know that the strap is tucked
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| This for all of the times that they laughed at us
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| I pull out the gun out the bag, think I’ve had enough
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| I tell 'em
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| I don’t fuck with you or your town
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| Voices in my head going wild
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| Push me to my edge and I die
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| Y’all gon' test me or not, y’all gon' test me or not
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| Pull up on a kid one time and I drop ya like an 808
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| Pull up on a kid one time and I drop ya like an 808
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| Pull up on a kid one time and I drop ya like an 808
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| Pull up on a kid one time and I drop ya like an 808
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| I don’t fuck with you or your town
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| Voices in my head going wild
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| Push me to my edge and I die
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| Y’all gon' test me or not, y’all gon' test me or not
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| Pull up on a kid one time and I drop ya like an 808
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| Pull up on a kid one time and I drop ya like an 808
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| Pull up on a kid one time and I drop ya like an 808
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| Pull up on a kid one time and I drop ya like an 808 |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song The Shooter , by - Jarren Benton. Song from the album Yuck Fou, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп