| These blackened memories, of taking things to extremities
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| Creeping through crops of indica when i was but knee high
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| Laying up in the cut with gangsters, military and ex G. Is, recollect now
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| Nothing but 80 proof in my canteen, neck to the guillotine, recollect the shit
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| i seen
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| , leads me to think they gone bleed me, that’s why, my, lord believe me
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| They what don’t kill you makes you stronger, but the scars run deep and nights
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| is longer when you can’t sleep
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| and the type of company i keep, indo smoking, gun smoking, laced up in straight
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| jackets laughing, khakis sagging
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| Round about the crack of my ass., smoke until i’m choking, until my throat gets
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| like broken glass
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| Drinking till i’m not thinking, feeling like i’m sinking, heavy handed,
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| such as it is, this gun never weighed so much
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| This hair trigger to the touch, one knuckled in my grip, cracking chuckles as i
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| slip, telling my woman «don't trip»
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| I got this function for self destruction, of which, you can’t change Loki for
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| shit
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| (I got so much trouble on my mind)
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| (Can't seem to find my place in life)
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| (Something's telling me that I don’t have much time)
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| (Maybe I can die in my sleep tonight)
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| (I'm on one)
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| This entire life of mines got me loccing up off the edge, I don’t like to give
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| a fuck
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| (I'm on one)
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| Push the button I give up, might as well live up to my name and go to hell
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| (I'm on one)
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| My closet demons got me drinking till i blank out, can’t stop until i’m tanked
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| out
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| (I'm on one)
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| That lost it one to many times, cashing my chips and buy my pine box so my mind
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| rocks
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| Let this be my last day on earth i’m tired of this shit, these niggas got no
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| love, none lost
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| But who can I turn to when the heat gets thick, look around, no ones found
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| So this English keeps me at bay from EBKing off the hook, swallow my pride,
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| waste my kids, from ho ass mamas i’m dead inside
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| (let the lead ride)
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| Give me head, i’m out for lunch, be back at 6, smiley face from sucking my
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| bigger than your’s could ever be dick
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| Struck the ticker, throw hearts in the river, all you morts set tripping
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| But i’m super nigga style off that Mossberg licking, Now what done nutted up
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| (up, up)
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| More times than budded up (up, up)
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| See i’m spending my last days drunk as fuck its hard to get up, a nigga needs
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| help
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| To the voices, now i’m seeing objects done moved
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| Only choice is to get on one cause after your mind you ain’t got nothing to lose
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| And i’m off that super bomb, kill your mom, redrum, coughing up that Luke
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| chapter 8 verse 29 now split my tone
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| Locked in the bathroom cause the half moon got my hormones acting up
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| Over are cracking up, hit the walls tough for me cause i’m fucked
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| cut, off what, the hell ever, the storm
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| Never felt this lost before throw the rest of my life out the door at all costs
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| Straight, can’t breath, don’t want your rope just let me drown in
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| Don’t want to be found, you smell the smoke and the (stinky smell of my brains
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| on my mamma’s back porch)
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| Who would of thought, got caught up in this life or death thang,
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| fought for every thing i had left but still, can’t walk
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| Realistically, zip up the body bag ain’t nobody missing me, nigga so drink up
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| (I got so much trouble on my mind)
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| (Can't seem to find my place in life)
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| (Something's telling me that I don’t have much time)
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| (Maybe I can die in my sleep tonight)
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| (I'm on one)
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| This entire life of mines got me loccing up off the edge, I don’t like to give
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| a fuck
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| (I'm on one)
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| Push the button I give up, might as well live up to my name and go to hell
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| (I'm on one)
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| My closet demons got me drinking till i blank out, can’t stop until i’m tanked
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| out
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| (I'm on one)
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| That lost it one to many times, cashing my chips and buy my pine box so my mind
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| rocks |