| I don’t know
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| I don’t fuccin know
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| I would cry myself to sleep if I could keep my eyelids closed
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| Oh my heart is dead and now my chest is haunted by its ghost
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| Bitches got they claws all over my body playing tug-of-war
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| Fucc em though
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| Sicc and tired of struggling watching em fighting to find my soul
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| That tire (?) of smoke escaped my carcass years ago
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| These creatures feeding on the sorrow of a juggalo
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| My life done flashed before my eyes I lost my memory ago
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| Lil' lo
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| Learning how to tie the rope
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| Can’t get lessons from mistakes if I’m repressing them to cope
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| Giving a fucc about all of my therapist and what these bitches be thinking they
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| know
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| I feel nothing suicide note
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| Empty in my life oooh
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| Knoccin' on heavens door
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| Ain’t nobody answering
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| Sitting here all alone
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| Heaven won’t let me in
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| Calling God on the phone
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| No, he ain’t answering
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| Where am I suppose to go
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| Heaven won’t let me in
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| I don’t know
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| I don’t think I care
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| Not a single prayer I’ve ever said has got me anywhere
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| All I got is motherfuccas plotting on me everywhere
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| I don’t think its fair
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| So I clean my carbon and I clean the air yeah
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| Ima get my money and make sure my kids is straight
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| These bustas gon' do what the built to do and that is hate
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| They imitate
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| I do my fuccin thing
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| My purposed fate
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| Im following my goals
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| My destiny is right in front of me aye
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| The streets done made a savage out of me ever since a little kid I said that
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| shit on Family
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| Straight out of naked city out the muthafuccin' gate
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| For my killaz round the way
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| Fucc my haters by the way
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| Ayyy
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| I ain’t never say a fuccin thing that I don’t mean
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| I ain’t never ran from nothing (?)
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| And fucc what anybody saying about a G
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| How can God forgive the shit I did up in these streets
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| Knoccin' on heavens door
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| Ain’t nobody answering
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| Sitting here all alone
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| Heaven won’t let me in
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| Calling God on the phone
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| No, he ain’t answering
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| Where am I suppose to go
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| Heaven won’t let me in (x2)
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| I played the hand that I was dealt and tried to fill the plates
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| I was just too busy trying to survive this world you helped create
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| And how many times can you watch me fuccin break after fuccin break,
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| break the fuccin mirror when I see my face
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| God I leave this place muthafucca aye
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| Fucc it I dont wanna be in this motherfucca anyway |