| Life is what needed me
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| They looking around for who?
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| Who the fuck wanna save me?
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| Yung Christ been dodging death
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| Dodging death done became my thing
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| Take my chances with the Glock
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| Cock it back and let Nina sing
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| Looking out my window
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| Feel my pulse going down
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| Been mixing chemicals trying to find a compound
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| I don’t wanna feel a thing
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| Give me the drugs, numb the pain
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| Get away, fuck out my face
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| You want to switch?
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| Well here’s my place
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| Bitch, you can take it
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| How the fuck does it look from my view?
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| Tell me what you thinking
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| It ain’t all that it seems when you got to face it, huh?
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| Save lives daily but I can’t save me, nah
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| All that glitters ain’t gold
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| Ain’t that the saying? |
| Fuck
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| Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
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| Catch me at the cemetery visiting my enemies
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| Gripping the machete, glistening it’s rinsed and ready
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| Reflecting wishes of death
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| If mine is selected tonight, I know the Devil’s sweating
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| «You have until I count to seven to escape» he threatened
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| Please bury me under the cherry tree
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| Standing on the floor of my grave pissing on my destiny
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| Rejecting death, gasp for breath
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| My existence they’ll be questioning
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| Ruby back from the dead and better than ever
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| Yeah, I guess we’ll see
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| Panoramic views of me whipping the Panamera
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| Is infinitely better than me dead and gone, on Nutella interior leather
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| Chain still swanging, only now it make my neck hurt
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| Rain or shine, Grey*59 can measure up in any weather |