| What a surprise, the vibe get eerie when I slide
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| Who can I trust when my whole gang is dead inside?
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| The way I move be so low-key tense on the rise
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| Just wrote a verse say ya, ya, ya, that’s bread for life
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| The way this life work got me thinking, I ain’t real
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| Should I just blow my head off, see how that shit feel?
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| Or should I stick around
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| The way this time be ticking, feel like it’s too fast
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| I’m running out of time, slowly running out of time
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| I’m running out of time, slowly running out of time
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| I’m running out of time, slowly running out of time
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| I’m running out of time, slowly running out of time
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| Baby Bone so cold, I got the ocean frozen overnight
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| Pistol grip right by the hip in case they want to take my life
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| You roll the dice, you pay the price
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| Hope I so give me my chips
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| Don’t make me have to tell you twice
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| I need that vice to cope with all my vices
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| Off the Xanax and the Vicodin got me feeling lifeless
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| Like I’m slowly crawling out my home, my foes gon' fold
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| I bite, no bark, when the world goes dark
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| I feel at home again
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| Lord, forgive me for all of my sins
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| I’m just trying to win, in this world full of nonsense
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| I’m running out of time, slowly running out of time
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| I’m running out of time, slowly running out of time
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| I’m running out of time, slowly running out of time
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| I’m running out of time, slowly running out of time
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| I’m running out of time, slowly running out of time |