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Gallowayyys

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(Yeah!)
Pedal to the, heavy metal
Metal shavings in my, cerebellum(Gasp!)
Bloody guitars, from steal toe steppers
In new true religions, I hate bad religions!
Stitches in my slit wrist (Exhale)
These sycophants full of it, (Yeah)
Brain dead on arrival, cardiac arrest
Ripping pages out the bible
Told the pastor save ya breath
(Yeah!)

You fucking with a real bad boy now, (Fucking with a real)
You fucking with a real bad boy
Pinocchio tried to kill that boy, (Huh, Huh, What?!)
Pinocchio tried to kill that boy

They tryna seal the deal with my black blood
How the f*ck you 'spec me just to show love?!
And pay tithes for a love that I never had
I'm on E hell naw nigga F*ck that

(Yeah!, Yeah!)
F*ck that! I'm on 'E hell naw nigga, F*ck that!
(Yeah!, Yeah!)
Hell naw!
(Okay, Alright)

If I give you ten percent, you gone give me twenty?
(Back-right-back-right-back-right-back-right, naw!)
If I give you thirty, will you make me rich by thirty?
(Yeah-right-yeah-right-yeah-right-yeah-right, okay)

I'ma finna turn up, trippy nigga with a double cup
I'm finna turn up, rip the labels off and listen up
Hit me back in 10 days, I'll be on a binge
Pray for me, I'm still spiritual, but organized religion ain't for me
Give my ghost to God, deliver me from Deuteronomy
In this economy, I don't need no devils up under me
Molding sounds to gold, my philosopher stone like alchemy
Ignorance is bliss, but knowledge weighs on my autonomy

I'm on E, (Hell naw nigga f*ck that!)
I'm on E, (Hell naw nigga, f*ck that!)
I'm on E-E-E, (Hell naw nigga, f*ck that!)
Look I'm sorry but... (Hell naw, nigga f*ck that!)

If I give you ten percent, you gone make me rich right?
(Rich right, rich right, rich right, whah!)
If I give you thirty, will you make me rich by thirty?
(Yeah-right-yeah-right-yeah-right-yeah-right, Right!)

Tryna do what's right! (Ooo, I'm tempted)
Bathsheba in my my mother-fucking bed room
I believed her when she said she needed leg room
Stretch your legs while you give me h-h-h-head

Her Cinderella attitude so revealing
Don't need no glass slippers, we on a glass ceiling
You promise not to get so hung up on these premonitions
I'm tryna live inside the moment not ya intuition

Immortalized, in peach moccasins
I got trauma like O'tama, ain't no promises
Quit watching the news, same prerogatives
Brass k-knuckles, hardly subtle wear this shiner bitch
From the ruble with the zombies need my carcasses
Gnawing on the bones, of these Goddesses
Sith Lord, ain't got time for you novices
Dalai Lama shit, on my Dalai Lama Shit

(Yeah!)
Pedal to the, heavy metal
Metal shavings in my, cerebellum(Gasp!)
Bloody guitars, from steal toe steppers
In new true religions, I hate bad religions!
Stitches in my slit wrist (Exhale)
These sycophants full of it, (Yeah)
Brain dead on arrival, cardiac arrest
Ripping pages out the bible
Told the pastor save ya breath
(Yeah!)

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