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I just woke up in a strange room, no one here but myself
Standing by a tubular bed, some souvenirs crossing my head
We were 52 prisoners, 51 are dead

you share it with me?
I really don't know
If I'm gonna make it close
So all I can do is sit here and hope
I do, I do, I do, I do

Heaven had a sign

could spend my sweet and stolen time
But I will make the bus
And it won't wait for us
You are a child of love
and you are reaching up

When you come out

the type shit they be on still I get it and I get gone
Low-key like the basetone
But u niggaz got the spot blown
Bitch call me for a play on the Megaphone

We've got a garden
Room for dogs to run
Tell you that I love you and I'm not the only one
It's always sunny, though I prefer to lay in the shade
Maybe one

See where it goes shit
Even though we both know
The plans in motion
Drink toasting
Alexa play Slow Motion
You know the drill by now (Yeah)
You know how

You prolly wouldn't even find it
If I did die
Record labels wouldn't sign me
So I get by
Making beats up in my room
While I get high
I'll take a bit

loosing seconds loosing precious minutes
I'm caught up by this world and being ignorant
I've become my surroundings so don't test me n'
A lot of people

bitchesThey gone dying for me
They smoking some shit
But i only grinch
Collecting my team
We are Out of limits
Oh
On my sicko mode
I see lot of hoes
Double cup

motivating myself
Ok
Shawty looking good got no tan lines present
Love by the beach is my antidepressant
Açaí bowls
Crocs with the holes
Plants in my room keep

The kind of state of mind that makes the point by kicking the door
To break a mirror in a pitch black room for something to talk over, with voice lowered

piling and climbing crates, looking for a real life escape
They're sitting in a room, deciding which rights to take
Read a book, I wish I could see

can’t call
There’s no one there to help
All the feelings deep inside
Waiting for the turning tide
Soon the rocks will tumble down
Put them back they’re

dead and gone, friends
Your father found you curled up in your room
Your blood soaked with Xanax and heroin 

You fucking died from an overdose, yeah
By

hooks
And surprise all their faces
With the facts from the books
Accountable for my actions
Mask down by my foot
Maybe I won't
Maybe I won't
Ever be good

here we are, waiting for
A final gust of wind
Frozen by her eyes, frigid bedside
A plead to come alive
If I had known this crown of thorns would wrap

Needed sumn brand new
Dat bitch light me up like a camera I Turn off da lights dat bitch light up Da Dam room
Dez niqqas be hating and fake
I'm Dez niqqas

you go I'm a sunless sky
Runnin' by, I set my eyes on 
Time, off beat, but the yacht sails to the pined east
Let me climb these
Mountains & Capital

hands and clothes filled with gun powder
Been the darkest hours, guided by the moons
Show them how to move, when the vultures in a room
Tryna give me

leave the house again
Would you fall into old cartoons
Reminisce on how we all were optimists
About love and death
I want to forget
I left what held me by

Light the sage
In this room to make it vibrate
Frequency that we don't even know if it's a Friday
What is time
Hit rewind to remind it's all by

them like your ex
Dummy dummy
You think you can make a hit record from your bed room and and sell shows out like DMX
Scrappy You so funny
Huh dummy dummy

the brake beneath
With glare on the windscreen, I stare and I think deep
Is it you or is it me? By now, I can barely see and I
And I hit it, no specifics

Makes you feel like you're standing at the edge of the world
I've been there once before
It's calling me back once more
I remember the turns and trails