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Lost it little while ago Livin life in denial bro She don't love me, How's that possible You gonna fuck me Hate me, not control You stay late Too late, your momma know You too fake, fuck i waited for you Way too long For your sorry ass to get your shit together White stained on your face like you fucked heathe ledger Lost all your power like Noreiga tripping, flippin facts On jack and jaeger Now you Acting faded Got me agitated Activated, Hate intoxicated All the texts you sent when you wasted Your replies all lies been Copy pasted, I don't feel, what i felt back then in the basement Told them shits then And you still won't face it
And there go u And there go u Selling me dream and telling me things You, thought u knew Word to the lies That were made to u For your eyes only Word to Coles crew This is that knowledge Learned from you-to-you
Livin all day Like we aint got limits Aint feel no pain 8 cugs of Guiniess Ill break your records Cross name off hitlist Ill take your bitches Ask why, say mind your buisness
This is for the people think this attitude a gimmick Come up to my face bitch, see how we living
This how we get it, Same time We don't got it Write Dearly departed, My Heart poppin product I Drop top the sonnet, They keep callin profit But profits are poppin in august And honest I'm trying my hardest, writing, been making these beats like a freak on a leash I'm in need of some luck Cuz this skill aint enough, dude And i don't plan to get face tattoos No cash roots, My dad broke, my mom too
And there go you And there go you Selling me dreams and telling me things you knew There go you Acting like u know what its like To live life at the bottom Where the sky dont shine bright Livin in a hole Least i got my soul Least far as i know
Livin all day Like we aint got limits Aint feel no pain 8 cugs of Guiniess Ill break your records Ill break your records Ill break your records
Guess I never really noticed much Stoned too much, Owned the price of life until I touched Down to the earth i'm heavens rust, 11 blunts, 10 times a month Since schizophrenia, I've had plenty-a thoughts that'll pop Does it condescend to you, when I say That these razor blade knives will riddle you Pain for the pain if the fame will work for you Day after day all these words will murder you Syllable slits did it not occur to you.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
