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get through this
Bane, my heart full of bane
I'm Cobaine (Kurt Cobaine)
And you killing my brain
So slow I relapse
Cause you shooting from the past

and hit the propane
Rockstar, I'm a die a legend, call me Cobaine
Call me Cobaine, still won't touch the cocaine
You a simp, son, might just call you OJ
Mix

sadistic

Bitch she gonna die
bitch she got her wrist slit

Cocaine in my nose
Bitch I got my brain sick

Trashy brain go bang
Trashy go cobaine
Trashy brain

Hook / X2
Used to be a broke lame
Used to snort cocaine
Could have been Cobaine
But I said no way

Verse
Used to being round fake hoes
Type to do

Paper airplanes scatter the room
I chase the high from cobaines it can't compare to i'm proud of you
I'm sick of everybody being the same
They work

he got you let him stash whatever he got at my crib
He been out here tryna hustle wit his Draco and his bitch with him
Whip that Kurt Cobaine through

that I buy
Feel like Cobaine, yuh, give no fucks bout my life
Give no fucks bout my life, but I'll fuck you tonight
Shawty throw me that ass and I'll run

Cobaine
Switch it gone clip fast don't need aim
May turn a bitch down don't do dates
I turn her frown upside down
Bitches they fucking they getting around

Stop lying on my mother f***ing name
Gas to the brain for the pain cobaine
Ice on my neck I got ice in my veins
Heart on my sleeve, yeah I wore it

natural like nipsey
An my girl white like cocaine
And she be doin cocaine
I stay down I dont go against grain
I could not go out like Kirk cobaine
Rip

Or dassa hoe trait
Did me like v huds
She went her own way
Need you to
Come as you are
I feel like kurt cobaine

I don't wanna give my time to a bitch
If she

ain’t buyin’ no Honda
Seen a lotta shit, lotta trauma
Cobaine cocaine, no Nirvana
Bitch, I don’t sip no drama
Ye pussy ass bitch don’t want no drama
Pussy

and the codeine
Drugged out kid with a cold chain
Cartier rims like I'm Cobaine
Racing to the money on the cocaine
Laughing to the bank, leaving no trace
Beachside

траву
Я так люблю траву, зеленую траву,
Растёт прям на полу, я это про газон

Cocaine, cock в ней 
Headshot, Cobaine
Cupcake, big

veins
Doozy in the head, I'm feelin' Cobaine

My shot comin' back 'round
I never be missin', I'm bringin' her back now
My style, I be cleaned up, geeked

PJ's

Wyclef Jean

Masquerade

2002

"Team Spirit" grippin the shottie like Kurt Cobaine
In the projects God, nuttin come easy
Gotta deal with the grimy, greasy, the sleasy
Move like

all star game
Tryna put my team in foreign that’s the color cocaine
That’s a matte white past life I was cobaine
Moved from Lynwood to the Dino Niggah

sostanza
Piace alla mia bionda quando qualcuno le canta
Ho una glock in tasca per una rapina in banca
Sono Kurt come Cobaine (Ye ye ye)
Il vero principe di

shit, that's the cocaine
Y'all be trippin like Lois Lane
Better act right, better know ya lane
Me and my team like Cobaine
Yo we keep it fresher than

in a penthouse no rules and there’s no strings
(No strings)
Bitch you killin’ me like Cobaine
(Ooh)
Throw another pill back take a sip feelin’ no pain

of the dying
Like Cobaine when he passed in His prime
Thick lil shawty wit an ass and Some
Thighs
Order her the catfish basket wit Fries
Shawty was from Mexico

compro a mia madre casa
In strada come un crip un king come mufasa
Accendo questo spliff un trip sono nel mantra
Sta merda tipo Kurt Cobaine vedo il

On that, ridin' ol train; Coltrane
On the rush on my Cobaine
Anxious on my cocaine
Miles Dave and the whole plane
Club high, oh mane
Flower

yeah)
Like I'm in the wedding band
Basquiat, Cobaine
No art if there's no pain

Aim is good, don't need extra clips 
I stay high like I'm smokin on a zip