| There’s nothing I could change
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| And I realize there was nothing I could say
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| People that I lost that I know I couldn’t save
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| Life and death is a sad tragedy
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| The depravity of where they ended up
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| And the shit wasn’t they fault
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| But that’s a different story
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| And it make me so emotionally drained
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| I don’t wanna look but this shit right in front my face
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| But i would go witcha
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| I’m not indifferent, I was just tryna be forward witcha
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| I was thinking about getting out this cold witcha
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| In the rain it never feeling like it pours witcha
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| It’s a little bit harder but there’s hope witcha
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| And I wish all th best to all of those
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| That I love
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| And I wish a slow dath to all my foes
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| I know that I always go ghost
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| And I know I’m complicated
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| But for you I care the most
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| There’s some good and some bad
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| But I won’t pay no mind to what they said
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| It’s a struggle but I’d never trade
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| Ride out crazy in my lane
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| You could go
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| Or you could stay
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| But don’t be surprised when it cave
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| In the air there’s something thin
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| There’s something strange
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| I get colder with every day I age
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| (Age)
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| Welcome to the gutter
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| What you get is what you got
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| And I don’t care if I’m a goner
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| I’m much better as a loner
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| Leave me as a martyr
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| I’m a lamb to the slaughter
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| I don’t need no fancy coffin
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| Let the maggots eat my carcass
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| But I still don’t wanna trade
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| Anti-commerce yeah
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| But life is just a never-ending sentence chasing commas
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| Know right now you feel safe
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| And supported, yeah
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| But are you gonna feel the same
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| When it’s harder
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| Suburbia’s a sham
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| It’s all just fake and moronic
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| If you walk a couple blocks
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| You’ll see the broken and impoverished
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| I’ve been dodging full shark tanks and piranhas
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| And I know I shouldn’t be up inside this bitch
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| But I’m still here because I like it
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| I don’t question it, just do this shit
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| Because I like it
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| Ain’t nobody missing, it’s just crippling and stifling
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| Ain’t a positive message you get when you decipher it
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| When the sun down, a pretty picture turns violent
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| And it only tightens up the grip though when you fight it
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| It ain’t nothing like what you expect though
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| When you find it
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| In a dark town where the innocence is dying
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| There ain’t no sound but you can listen to the silence |