| I try makin' a change… Yeah
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| But stay baked as I’m blazin' my days away
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| I ain’t takin' blame, I been layin' awake in a crazy state
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| Like they’re snakin' me face to face
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| & I ain’t ever pray for a saving grace
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| It’s a game I kept makin the same mistakes
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| To the grave when I’m laid to waste
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| An' most cats only in it for the cake so dont say we’re mates !
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| From usin' hallucenagens
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| To abusin' the meds, I was losing my head
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| But I guess that I’m stupid I’m due for the sesh
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| Nah fuck that keep movin' ahead
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| Prove I’m the best and I loom and inpend
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| Like a nuclear threat like who could forget?
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| I’m a nuisance I bet they ain’t used to me yet
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| Never grew to forget lemme lose the regret
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| I’ve been restin' aside with the stress that I’m hidin
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| Bet I’ll end up in a mental asylum
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| Bendin' the time like I’m pressin' rewind
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| Gettin' better widda pen while I rep for the island
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| Yeah, while the temperatures risin'
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| Heads in the sky like I’m meant to remind em-
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| -got me question why
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| When I’m left widda sign at the end of my life
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| 'Cause im wastin' my days, makin a name
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| Maybe I’m sane, maybe I’m not, may be deranged
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| Maybe I’ve changed, maybe the pot may be to blame
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| Maybe I’m lost, maybe it played wiv my brain
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| … Maybe I’m hatin' the game
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| … Lately I ain’t been the same
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| … Satan awaits in the flame
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| … Pray to get taken away
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| It’s not that deep, but it’s the facts so I rap bleak
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| Always at the back was the black sheep
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| Now I gotta get on track like an athlete
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| All I see is crackfiends in the backstreets
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| Gettin' jabs like a vacinne
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| But alas I’ve been stabbed in the back but the ones that I’ve loved
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| When the cunts should of backed me
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| Stuff it, I’m done widda actin'
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| I been fucked up so dont @ me
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| 'Cause it ain’t that clear where my head is at
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| Pen and pad like black beard widda treasure map
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| I jus sat here bet I cracked as the pressure stacked
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| Better act but the fact is that we met our match
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| Yeah, won’t lie when I write songs
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| We’re the bomb like Diem with a mic on
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| Got my eyes on the prize cause life is a ride
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| And it might fly by wheres the time gone
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| I sat down to remember
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| When I’d act fowl widda temper
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| Gettin' smashed out on a bender
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| In the background like an extra
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| Now they’re back round to befriend ya
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| Dunno where I’ll end up will I’ll cross my goals-
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| -I was on a roll til I lost control
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| It’s not my fault, was shocked I just want to bolt
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| Like what’s the toll? |
| I’d pop nearly cost my soul
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| Yeah, calm as it gets
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| But nah he expected an arm n a leg
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| The drama gets harsher and harsher
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| Pretend that it ends for a sec then it’s startin' again
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| Pull the heart from my chest
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| Nah lemme starve to the death I’m a bastard thats partly a mess
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| It’s hard to forget but I’m set to repress it at last
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| Man it left all the scars in my head
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| Well that’s part of the test
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| Or karma I guess
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| Target the benchmark I could bar with the best
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| Far from a pest I’m a shark and I’m after ya flesh
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| But they laugh like I’m hardly a threat
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| Give an ass for the rep !
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| Nah I don' wanna garner respect, couldn’t care for the charts
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| I’m obsessed wid the art so I vent til' my past’ll regress
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| But it’s hard to express got em' askin what’s next |