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Spiritual I got em singing 'By and By'
Cause of death
All my lines were laced with that cyanide
Mistook me for the quiet type
Step into the booth now it's

a heartbeat
The cycle ends where you and I meet
Oh I know you're far away from good
One eye sees the soul
Wonder why I want to go
By your side I want freedom

some leaky drawers
Fuck her once, she won't leave me 'lone
Live like Ima die
Spittin cyanide
Sippin flying high
Bitches by my side
Clouding up my mind

solace-less
Ain't got no hobbies and just focused on their wallet
Tryna keep a fuck buddy
I need nothing but money, but my mind is polished
I do it by putting

some leaky drawers
Fuck her once, she won't leave me 'lone
Live like Ima die
Spittin cyanide
Sippin flying high
Bitches by my side
Clouding up my mind

make me feel like the side kid
Always trying, just to get side swept
By someone else? (yeah)
I thought you'd need my help, so
Why did, you make me feel

on my time
Go and light ah nigga name up
The skyline should a real nigga came up
I'm 5'7 feeling 9'5
Pay attention my nigga don't miss the fly by
New whip

a war
We ain’t fighting no more this is a suicide pact
Promise me when I die
You’ll be there by my side
Say we’ll be buried alive this is a suicide pact

yeah by the bus stop
I'm at the bus stop chilling with the big dogs
I wanna die yeah kill me with your airsoft
I'm suicide now I don't even know why
Just

sunny when you learned to drive
Drive yourself madder than a dogfight
Quit your running, you've been hunted for a lifetime
Blinded by the sun, you had no

Guess I gotta ride this vortex
And Poseidon pissed off
Cyanide slides in saucers 
With the blind man Pew 
Tryna Long John Silver the fortunes 
But this

bodies
In parentheses it was karma, probably
Cyanide, I think I killed the vibe
By design, my kink is ill-advised
Rising tide, it sinks all ships but mine

parentheses it was karma, prolly
Cyanide, I think I killed the vibe
By design, my kink is ill-advised
Rising tide, it sinks all ships but mine
I can bide my

talkin shit but now
Heads Rollin by your knees
Now I am comfortably numb in
The back of the room
Right on que I'm risen from the tomb
Like O dae su use my

Yeah it's Souki, the private eye with the brim on the kufi
Sees cyanide victims, disposition got more mysticism than sufis
Twisted beauty in dying

know where to start
Your eyes are gorgeous by default
We click like remotes, channels apart
I know you and I can go really far
It's hard to explain what

And I ride for my niggas, I'd die
Cyanide for the niggas that lie (on my niggas)
Landslide, when I hear it I cry
I'm reminded that time's flying by
I'm

a subversive out of a puppet on a string

Accessory to the machine
Fueled by every word, every word they say
And backed by every cross that marks a soldier's

When the feeling's right
And the heat is high
Baby that's our time to shine
Want you by my side
Let's go for the ride
Tell me how to make you mine

doubters and responded by spitting cyanide
The conflict I cant go without, It follows me Imma problem child
Sit back, sip this liquor
Take big shots it hit

Gregor's bound up in a rug
Besmirched by cyanide and blood
And Willy's etched upon a plaque
Some errant lead lodged his back
Martha's burned up in

Straight through the heart
Take my fucking life
Eaten by a shark
Or lightning striking twice
Falling hella far
Sipping cyanide
Stabbed in an alley
Buried in

it's a slab of steak
Prolly do that soon, but that shit is gonna have to wait
Killed the beat, so by the end it's done passed away
No kidding, going ham

came in with a grudge
And I ain't talkin' I'm dissin'
Ok fuck Rick Dawg
And I'll say it again
If it's Wicked Fuckin' Wrestling You gone die by the pin