| Fuck you, bitch, I’m here all by myself
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| I tried the belt, but couldn’t get it tight enough
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| So I smoke the blunt, my lungs are rust
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| My brain is dust from all of these drugs
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| I can’t think straight, I’ll walk the plank
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| Spill my blood so sharks will come and eat me (come and eat me…)
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| —Whole!
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| In between Hell and Earth, I do the limbo
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| My body alive, but my mind is dead
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| Going through the motions, all of them emotions
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| Dump me in the ocean, I’m drowning again
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| We don’t have to pretend
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| Okay, here we go, blade to my throat
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| Whole floor soaked with blood from a goat
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| Bag full of dope, room full of smoke
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| All black coat with a wolf for a cloak
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| Do you feel my essence? |
| Depressing presence
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| My main goal in death is to blow up heaven
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| Don’t get the message, can’t teach the lesson
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| Just a feeling that you get when you hang with peasants
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| Ridin' down Crescent, my weapon is oh-so-sharp and ready
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| Ward of the 7th, the legend is that you won’t see twenty
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| Me and Lil Uzi full of cruelty, just a product of the times
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| The fucking highly almighty, the G, the 5, the 9 |