| I’ve got these vices that keep me locked up inside a craze
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| Nothing suffices, I’m always hopin' for rainy days
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| This day and age, medicating’s my way to meditate
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| Pre-meditate, then I kill the bitch on the second date
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| «Welcome to hell» what I scream as I rise and levitate
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| If I had the chance to die, I would not hesitate
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| I’m with the robbers, grippin' choppers to kill a fucking copper
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| When I’m on suboxone, I’m toxic, don’t give a fuck who watching
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| I’m rotten inside a box, lil' woadie, you gon' recognize
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| Lucifer on my block, and Satan’s gonna ride tonight
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| «$carecrow would you please, oh please, just give me a wish?
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| Cut my wrist and fuck my bitch, and then take me in the abyss»
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| Hot boy from the 7th Ward
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| Ready to burn it all!
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| Hot boy with them devil horns
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| Making them angels fall!
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| Hot boy pounding heaven’s door
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| Breakin' down all the walls!
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| Hot boy here to settle scores, making my enemies crawl
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| Yung Plague, bitch, I got a thousand ways to make you pay
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| Fucked your bitch, I stole your whip and drove it in the fuckin' lake
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| You a simp, swing and miss, I’m a wave, slit your wrists
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| I’ll tell the reaper, «got another one for you to come and take, ayy»
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| Black in my eyes, got the black in my lungs
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| Grey in my mind, as the black fungus grows on the back of my tongue
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| Swallow a soul, now I’m back in the trunk with the blast from the pump
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| Back from the dead, but I’m black from the sun |