| Let’s look behind the Swarovski crystals
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| Behind the .50 calibers and the pistols
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| Misused, pardoned self got to excuse, my issues
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| For me to have you a ritual
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| But, I ain’t as crazy as I seem to be
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| It’s just that nothin' is the way that is seem’s to me
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| Im feelin' less then, druggin' him up with anti-depressents
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| In essence im threatenin my character asessment
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| Truth told, I figure a few hoe’s
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| Mixed with some new clothes should cover my loop holes
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| If I’m misundersttod or mis-guided
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| Started when they passed the L' said 'just try it'
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| When I don’t wanna get out of bed I just fight it
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| Sometimes I don’t eat for days I just diet
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| Only live once so if I just like it
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| I aint even checkin' the price, I just buy shit
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| I’m thinkin that will just hide it
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| But all it takes is life to ignite shit
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| I’m thinkin' bout death wonderin' how I’m gonna go
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| I can’t be insane for just wantin' to know
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| In my head I die often, I used to think of suicide often
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| Good suit on and a nice coffin
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| But, that ain’t somethin' I would try myself
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| Still they lock me in this room all by myself
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| I need a… think I need a…
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| They say my symptoms are aggressive
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| They titled me a compulsive obsessive slash manic depressive
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| They trying to tell I’m a con and I game niggas
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| That’s one reason I dont even entertain niggas
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| Not important who they are I won’t name niggas
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| They like to say I got a tendency to blame niggas
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| I keep fuckin' shit up but keep tryin'
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| If ya’ll would just trust me I wouldn’t just keep lyin'
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| If I had bread I wouldn’t be in debt
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| Let me clarify get in Def
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| I feel like every time I been less
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| When ever I invest whenever I inset I feel I’m innept
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| I try to make them understand but they just won’t incept
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| I tell them four million others I am the templed
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| There ain’t no book that tells a story there ain’t no index
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| We got some different type of cuts and no they ain’t princess
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| All this indigest seemingly in less
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| How I take in stress when I always went best
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| Aching in my chest and yet it still won’t break me
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| They say the room is padded for my own safety
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| But the cushion don’t soften shit
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| They locked the door but still they let my thoughts in it
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| And no one can tell me why I’m here
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| I can’t even see the sky from here
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| I guess my time is near |