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Silent nights and
A bit of writing
Hope my homies staying honest if I'm trifling
Know they won't though
I be fighting
20 demons by the time that you get frightened
Lemme get a piece
I just need some peace
Guess I'm going for the kill till my weapons cease
Let these bitches know
Let these bitches see
I be on a different mission I be getting cheese
I be on a different script when she taking dick
Writing words in this book that you cannot flip
If you come up with a thesis then I'll send it back
If I'm breaking into pieces could you handle that
Would you be guilty or just build me back up
Feel the heat from all the heathens so I keep the Mac tucked
You know I'm never stressing
In the glove compartment always keep a smith and Wesson
Best way to teach these lessons
Uh

Lately I'm having trouble living
Maybe my ways have always been a pinch too unforgiving
I wake up early mornings and I dream about the vision
I'm punching up the beat at least my ways turned to winning
You teaching me these lessons bout the way I'm coming home
Damn I swear you like the legends only popping when you gone
You be saying what's the move and where you at and what you on
But now every time that we contact
You be missing information don't you read contracts

Drinking liquor like the prohibition
I be sitting with my green shit be mint condition
I guess I want em both
It's like an indecision
My ex bitch just went and hit me for the exhibition
My next bitches want to meet me for the exposition
But I ain't really wanna jump to the start
You be taking out my heart then you take it apart
Damn I know you pocket watching but you state of the art
I'm
Slick with words
Pronouns getting hit with verbs
Slowed down then I hit reverse
Gas pedal to the floor then I hit the curb
These blurbs can't can't kick the urge
Pillow talking when I come you getting silent
Uh
Pillow talking when I leave you getting violent
Uh
6'3 put my feelings on the highest shelf
As I sit in these dorms I feel the ghost up from my former self
And I can't even get the time to relax
Every second I'm alone feel like I'm bout to relapse
I been running round the game doing victory laps
Still I'm feeling all this pain hoping I can spray back
I been manifesting peace up in the brain folds
Uh
Hit the screen pick and roll until the pain go
Uh
6'3 put my weed up on the highest shelf
As I sit in these dorms I feel the ghost up from my former self

Lately I'm having trouble living
Maybe my ways have always been a pinch too unforgiving
I wake up early mornings and I dream about the vision
I'm punching up the beat at least my ways turned to winning
You teaching me these lessons bout the way I'm coming home
Damn I swear you like the legends only popping when you gone
You be saying what's the move and where you at and what you on
But now every time that we contact
You be missing information don't you

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