A Sense Of Dread

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How much could you do, can you prove in bout a second
I can spit impediment and you reckon man I'm testin
Getting so obsessed by the fact I'm feelin' blessed
Yeah, running man and I'm checkin' to see you catch fishing
Yeah, let me give a lesson man, you a damn menace
I can go replenish you, lendin' overspendin
Yeah, I don't need the money cause honey I'm the funny bitch
Pick pocketin' and rockin' with my guitar
Yeah, I can go psycho Daniel Larson
I can go commit all these fuckin' arson
What you been doin'? Who is asking?
So paranoid, I got a sense of dread

You a damn mess, covering in collard greens
I'm just a teen, rappin' better than all these feins
Yeah, I plead for forgiveness please, I'm at ease
You're such a tease, girl such a tease
You got me diseased and got me to preach
To this audience and accordion in my hand
Other than I speak in gibberish, serving you a dish
Of all this big shit, I'm taking a piss on your grave bitch
I got a sense of dread, it might not get better
Might not get better
Go to the doctors, they say I got blood clots
Yeah he got shot in his maserati car
Yes, I go fishin' and yes, I'm very Christian
I'm white as a moon, might get shot soon
I'm my own in this room, they assume I'm rude
Yes, I'm very rude, get your fat ass out
You blockin' doorways, who let the pig out
Who let the dog out? Who let the

Adrenaline pummin', it's better than nothin
Heart fuckin' racin', ridin', ridin' pacin
Facin' lesser fears, all my peers concerned for me
I'ma get worse, motherfucker, do a fit
I can't do a shit, but I can't kill myself
I need some damn help, I'm not jokin' this time
This a cry for help, all I do is yell
All you wanna do is dance, hands in the air
Cause nobody care what you ate, what you ate
They all stare, what you make, where you go, how you feel
Down the slope, down the hill, and you're down for
Nobody pray for me, need somebody to call
Please save me
Ha, ha, ha
Sense of dread, dread what
I just wanna go, wanna go
Ha, ha, ha
Now I'm drunk and alone
Nobody on my phone
Something happen to me
And I guess you will see
But it's not personal
I'm just getting worse, you know
Wanna drown in fentanyl, I know
Cause you won't call me
Cause you won't call
Now it's too late
Cause you won't call
No you won't call
No you're not here for me
No you're not real
Sense of
Dread

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