| Verse 1: Na$tii
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| I got iguana skin all on my dick
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| Hop in the sauna and burn off your skin
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| Scraping the plate to remove all the skim
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| Spin out the block like a bomb in Berlin
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| Never winning cause i got convinced of the sin
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| No religion can match when my balls her hit chin
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| No co defendant the case looking grim
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| 60 part minute like marks on my skin
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| I’m no different that liquid
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| Cause I swirl around at the base of the bin
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| I got arachnids and squid
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| Covered acid in piss
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| I went bat shit from staying inside while my split
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| Personalities fucking like rats in a pit
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| Fuck like we stuck in the mist
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| Fuck th all alien shit
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| Maybe they rally exist
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| They can spin on the end of my fist
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| What’s the time with no watch on my wrist
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| Who got the time if the clock got no face
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| Put my all ashes insude the vase
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| Make sure you give it a taste
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| And engrave all the shit I fucked up
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| All the pain I misplaced
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| Better behave or the preacher
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| Will set you a blaze
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| Pyrotechnition the holiest praise
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| Push start ignition to speed up decay
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| Smoke on emissions outside the cafe
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| Please do the dishes the food turning grey
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| I wanna body the state I wanna body the pigs
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| I wanna dig up yard I wanna cradle the grave
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| Cutting the palm of my hand marking my path in the maze
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| Verse 2: Daniels gone
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| Im marking the city in mace
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| Destruct on my mind you can see in my face
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| Threw out my shoes ive thinking too much bout the lace
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| And how i could tie up and hang
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| Sick of the place
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| Im sick of my space
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| And im sick of these bodies of waste
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| Bitch i’ll leave without trace
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| Trust me i won’t hurt nobody unless you get up in my way
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| I dont feel it today
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| People they stuck in they ways
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| And then still have the nerve to complain
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| And im done with that trait
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| Always hoping for the worst
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| Its a curse
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| I dont control my brain
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| Its a whole different day
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| I should stop worrying
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| Dirtying all of my lobes
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| With the oils
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| Thats burning it off
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| Dont give a fuck bout the cost
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| Im not too empathetic of yall
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| Cus im done with the calls
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| Tired of begging for help
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| When i dont wanna go through withdrawals
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| Im relapsing on cuts
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| I just be thinking too much
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| I need something to calm all the fronts
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| I know i ain’t enough
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| So why the fuck do i keep trying
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| When i could just stand down and crawl
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| I just can’t take it all
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| Too much shit pile at once, and for once im not taking the fall
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| Verse 3: 7xvn |