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if you got the guts

A hard pill to swallow

We’re all just Kids On Drugs lost again feeling shallow

Never landing on a hard spot hand reach for

Brains nuanced we the new ones actin’ a nuisance
No money but got my two cents
Good trees loose leaf and smooth music
Acoustic plugged in you choose

I love to kiss on the bitches with bad breath
And choke her by the neck while
I just fuck her to death

Now tell me (What?) do you love me?
(Huh?)

and give you my last name
So when we get home
Don't think I'll have the guts to say that you should lose your second name
You make me wanna drive a minivan

Bitch I don’t give a fuck, I’ll
Stab you in the gut, call it a tummy tuck
You can ask my ex
I bust quicker than two techs
Caressed by a kid with category

her cousins
Bottled by the one she wouldn't marry
Who wishes that she loved him
He tried struggling
But seven of them all punching him
He bleeds 'til

a couple things y'all ain't into
You might hear about it while I kill this instrumental (Hey)
Bruce Wayne when I pull in (Skrt)
Liu Kang with the shoe skins

selling oxy's black market
Surrounded by computer hackers, train beggars, purse snatchers
Line snorters, inspired actors athletes overdosing on campus

I

Wasting time
For ever more
I'm lying on the floor
Unable to speak
My brain is getting sore
Another shot, I'm ready to rot
Only a few trips

Used to be the highway would cloak me like a second skin
Had to go my own way. But now I'm getting' right back to where I've been
Dreams I followed

of the government and child services
Taking the youths from the home. Breaking the family 
Corrupting the youths dem brain by them watching TV
The sick people out

the inanimate don't get Put under
The never ending zoom in
Cells of Life on your skin
Everything is kin
Twenty eight year duration
Through health and through

you ever compare someone dressed to those hanging by threads
Niggas weary/wary

Took me a seconds
To get out my head
Jump in my skin
I'm my own

changing fits
Guess Shaman be a sim
Only pray to people of my skin
McRame live in sin
Smiling till there's flowers by my name
APOLLO flex a grin
Solid cause

Gutters break, bodies drown
Iron oxidise when your skin starts drying
Precipitate a paradigm of people complying
Corroded by the guilt perpetuate your

skin and start blasting shots
They hell raisers with they pale faces
The whole system racist walk in the station and you'll smell bacon
They brains

dead under your skin
There's not a second to waste until alone's what you do best
The world around me
Is like a spreading cancer
And I taste isolation

hand held mine
Won't be stuck in my second guess
But are you still impressed by this pressure and stress
What if your eyes just linger for one moment

by the seat of my pants
And get off by the skin of my nose, cough, change up and land
Change up my clothes? No, pajamas are fine
Change up the subject?

I'm givin chase
I'm stuck in second place
I'm runnin with the tortoise as the hare is setting pace
My Palms across my face, and it really fuckin sucks

But if you slip for a second into my skin and bones
You'd understand the feeling that I'm not alone
It hits home the names around "sociopath"
When

awesome seeing your dispair
Making my madness arise

STAB(2x)

Scratching! With my hands
Slicing!
Possessed! By your brain
Feel fuck STAB! STAB! STAB!

they won't miss me
Maybe by then, we will all be free
Peers will drag my name to filth
Every single second I wish I'm kill

I hate myself
I hate myself
I

hard like hooks or rights. I go hard so I own all the rights to my hooks
I go hard like hard copy books. For the brain I go hard like finding loose