mom why you mad at me i swear try my best i know that she saw the broken blood vessels on my neck
weight up on my shoulders i feel like atlas greek yogurt with the fruit damn gotta snap this she smokin packs bitch ziplock full of cat piss put on the ski mask slump you just for actin why u 2 faced trippin like a shoelace i sleep on it woke up and its a new day european stacks stuffed in my gucci suitcase i wanna drop out and its like only a tuesday
mom why you mad at me i swear try my best i know that she saw the broken blood vessels on my neck
drop this shit on a friday wake up with the sunrise october 13th its fucking cold outside but i dont mind i really dont mind cus the cold reminds me why i stay inside you punch the clock i punch the MIDI make it bop not makin much but its better than a job eating like a pig but i stay way from them cops used to starve up in that attic like an addict with some rock really i hate my voice how do you listen to this swear if u pissed inside a bucket it’d sound crisper than this whatever my stats rising hit me like perfect timing make the beat real quick notes app and get to typing
why you mad at me i swear i try my best like all i wanted was us to be together forever like i guess ill see u around this fucking ghost town we all ghosts now i’m a ghost now
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