| When tomorrow starts without me
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| And I’m not there to see
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| I wish so much you wouldn’t cry
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| The way you did today
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| While thinking of the many things
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| We didn’t get to say
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| Two slit wrists with a scythe
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| Too fucked up, had to leave this life
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| Two slit wrists with a scythe
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| Too fucked up, had to leave this life
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| It’s no joke, too low
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| I can’t cope, smoke dope for the pain
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| One glock, one shot, point it straight at my brain
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| Do not resuscitate, told you don’t hesitate
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| I put a end to the voice in my head
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| Nobody ever listen what I said
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| What I said (Nobody ever listen what I said)
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| I don’t really fuck with the rest
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| Young kid flex put the blade to ya neck
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| One more step, bitch, you lose your head
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| No one remember the shit that you did
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| Bury bodies, stack 'em 4-wide
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| Why they bitch busy, hit my phone line
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| I been getting money off my own time
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| You should stop biting
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| And stick with your own rhymes
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| Shorty you looking so thick
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| Baby come grind on this dick
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| Let me take you back to my hotel
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| Lay you down, fuck you good
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| Till that pussy swell
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| I made myself what I am
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| I turned myself into the man
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| I made this dough in my hand
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| But still you don’t understand
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| Don’t understand
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| It takes dedication and some discipline
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| Talent, drugs and experience
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| But to be honest, living life, I’m sick of it
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| Even if the money’s still coming in
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| Even though people still bump my shit
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| Fuck the world
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| Death sounding luxurious
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| Look in my eyes
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| If you don’t think I’m serious
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| That’s why…
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| Two slit wrists with a scythe
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| Too fucked up, had to leave this life
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| Two slit wrists with a scythe
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| Too fucked up, had to leave this life
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| Two slit wrists with a scythe
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| Too fucked up, had to leave this life
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| Two slit wrists with a scythe
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| Too fucked up, had to leave this life |