| I’m not going no where
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| Flex like it never mattered
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| Wasting my death is modest
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| Crossed cause I’m fucking honest
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| Nah I’m it not riding no death bomb plaque if they didn’t want me.
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| Screw the whole back car black tar human carcass terror
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| Way more depth in the path I’ve cast with my last gasps of …
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| Fangs in my cherried ass and my bad past cause I’m bleeding different
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| Better plane with my name and my own mane cane like a master
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| Shame like a fast food raise late lame and I’m fucking after
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| Not Drake light no indie rapper sad with a trap aesthetic
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| See what I’ve done is my own will with a feather finish
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| I’m seeing dark for the first block and I can’t shut
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| The graying skies is some real air for the come up
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| Everybody in a seizure bout the same amount of caught up better hanging feelin
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| ahh
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| Something in the matter matters better raging freedom powder either bleeder
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| ahhhh
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| Massive innards in a powder better leave em power where it puddles all in paris
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| like
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| Sentiment is not apparent, we the badder veteran of panic with a static liiiike
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| No bad form in my old age when im slammed awkward
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| I’ve seen em all grab my own dreams like a bleak opera
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| But life longs in a limp way with a cut smile
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| The whole thing from my room now I bloom wild
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| The main frame is a cis place
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| With a bad omen
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| The flat Earth like the mans first
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| With his mouth open
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| I thought bad with a late pause
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| Now it’s way worse
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| The fucked flagged in a may back
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| And I’ll am all cursed
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| The pitting image pretty Paris spare us all deranged
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| I see the Barrie’s on the branches melting all away
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| The heavy promises I’ve mastered in a pulsing fade
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| In tryna feast amongst the Giants now I’ve come of age |