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trying, it was you I fought for

Just Ditch the fed weight, and let me float by
Just let me be free so I can finally die

Somethin's Broken within me, I

day, one way get paid
I was in the back rollin' up like J
Make a couple moves
Now we back gettin' paid
Switch that lane, late night
Pour up 40s
My mind

I saw you break,
Right in front of me.
After all these years of my humility,
Out in the open for all of the world to see.
These lies,
You fed me so

advertising deals
Force-fed crap at every meal
Stomachs full and wallets too
"Eat this son and you're bound to lose"
Thompson and Cram now advertise

The same

conviction when I got no clue, as I try to look away 
While you're frozen to the pavement in the bitter truce that the earth and air have made 

Who the hell

vows pour out
You’re poisoned by the juice and bread that the newlywed's force-fed you
For now, four words: cruel, course, divorce, route
All aboard

Making money all from my own bed
So secluded, they think I'm grassfed
Too paranoid, striked down by feds
I'm not annoyed, need some fucking rest
Sometimes

buy you drink I do that all the time you’re privileged 
Make you no dey pour me spit for face na drink we come to drink and vibing to the music make you

blow
One more thing fuck Mr Hulthen
Now i know you aint no consultant
When you die imma feel exultant
Fuck you you're more like a insultant
Scammed Mr

so it bows
Raise your glass, and pour it down the sink
I'm kept down by chains, but I'll climb up the links
So, get out if you're giving up, or giving

embedded in the
Glorious light He shed
A carpenter's dream became the scheme
By which we all could abide now
Carelessly floating in the stream
Hoping

see
Time is crazy shit flies by
Now you're sitting traumatized
Like green tape finished in a day?
Maybe 2 but who's to say
Depending on them features

need a heads up
Can't take this ice I'm kinda fed up
Wondering if its ever gonna let up
Oh well Christmas time is here now guess i gotta give up

Making money all from my own bed
So secluded, they think I'm grassfed
Too paranoid, striked down by feds
I'm not annoyed, need some some some rest

singing 

My anxiety is like a game of chess 

Better make a move times fast and now the clocks ticking 

Tell me what ur thinking what's on your mind 

My

I've heard lots of stories about you 
And I'm hoping that they aren't true 
'Cause if they are then I'm a fool 
And I've got no hope of getting

erratic
Cali weed got her feeling like she's high off acid
Bros bang now and they don't see my name on the tablet
And my attitude like AI getting asked by

Caught inside of a trip
But then realize that your thoughts don't fit
You are in a state of perturbation
Calming you with opaque sedation
Now you're

Perfect silhouette
Ohh

Your long brown hair would blow in the wind
Now, baby, I start to forget
Everything that I once knew
But I still have that picture

Like a Killer

Scarling

So Long, Scarecrow

Like my father
Dodging army coat
He never thought that I'd sink or float
I'd be dismissed
By fear or fist
Which made me angry
Like a classmate

line?
You got niggas on your line I’m the truth you can never say I’m lying, I got pride so I never say your right, you got feelings that you're tryna

I know you're lonely lately
I know you see how I been doing this daily
I gotta keep the demons fed, for your safety
You know they'd rip your ass

and murderers
Mum's in her sixties and her
Crib's getting searched by feds
Thinking bout it hurts my head
Still buying dinners and hammers in
Your thirties is

dyke what they wanna assume
Play your life
Now ur sister one too
Said i'm wack now we laughing at you
Got the 9 if u wanna resume

( song plays)

Said