| Bad town burn down outta sight
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| New rent get spent no wrong or right
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| Roll around the blue lights you could see
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| Melting ice neighbors found’em leaking out the other night
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| Could have hit him when he tried to write
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| Pig billy club or the lead pipe
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| Grow out in the east learn to eat and fight
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| Read and sight death stares that keep me up at night
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| Tryna roll away new space new blade it’s the same thing
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| Happen like it did out in rockaway
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| I still say when I hit the grave sailor’s moving on his
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| Next wage the next blade cut deep
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| Metallic taste metallic ways like getting beaten back in the day
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| But shit has changed type pentagrade instead of graves
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| They got me thinking bout my next wage
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| And I’m leading with the blade again
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| Stuck losing friends buck teeth sinking in
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| My dad said shit is bad don’t get better than
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| Shits been; |
| he prolly right bet it keeps him up at night
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| Covered in the ash I hopped a green board
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| I cut both hands and they still sore
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| From rolling thru this mosh pit too hard
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| Arms and the body parts coming out the top floor
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| I’m tryna roll away new space new blade it’s the same thing
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| Happen like it did out in rockaway
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| Still say when I hit the grave sailor moving on his
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| Next wage the next blade cut deep
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| Metallic taste metallic ways getting beaten back in the day
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| But shit has changed type pentagrade instead of graves
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| They got me thinking bout my next wage
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| Sirens shining in its so inspiring cut deep
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| They got me thinking bout my next wage
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| Sirens shining in its so inspiring
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| They knife sharpening cut deep
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| Sirens shining in its so inspiring cut deep
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| They got me thinking bout my next wage
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| Its so inspiring the knives the sharpening
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| The sirens shining in |