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that maple syrup, he bent over and he put his head between his legs and he said in a very clear, impressive, RON HUBBARD-type voice...
"NEW YORK!"
head already goes to worst case scenario
Though in the first place (ah, fuck)
But you confirmed my low-end theory, though
Should've known when I made
head already goes to worst case scenario
Though in the first place (ah, fuck)
But you confirmed my low-end theory, though
Should've known when I made
paying the cost for my sins
Dead all these voices in my head
Gone never coming back I'm moving on now
Tense because my pockets lacking presidents and all
coming, yeah, I got me a lot
Yeah, got a whole lot, guap, got a whole lot, guap
Brand new zip code, brand new thot
Voice in my head want me kill myself,
Flip]
Down south at my concerts I'm packin em in
And you can see my diamonds from the back of my hand
[H.A.W.K.]
Down south candy paint bumper grill
on bags on bags ain't none of this shit gone last
24k don't tarnish bitch, no point in digital dash when you flyin'
You wouldn't survive through my past
I
was behind the wheels but he was
The one who got killed
I started to hear the voices in my head
Telling me to KILL KILL KILL!!
First I tried to resist
fuck?)
Rock Louie glasses 'cause I'm so blinded by the fake
That stabbed me in my back but they be smilin' in my face (they be smilin' in my face)
the profit get flown out Vegas
Me and my niggaz try an' break tables
Stack chips like Connect Four
While you prick's try and whip try and stretch more
the pack, this is a marathon
You start off fast then you weezin' in the back
So even if I slack, I got enough lee-way
To put out The Reason by the Mac,
up in a rental
Right on his waste got metal
22k on my schedule
I get so paranoid they watchin
Voices in the darkness
Like it’s haunted
No I can’t tell
yo!
(Double K)
Ay, what's up? What's up?
Man, fuck these motherfuckers
(Voice in the background)
Party's over,
Everyone out of my house!
(Double K
Head
Take away my voice
I could anyway never sing.
I spit against the wind now
And I'll do the same tomorrow.
You think I go it,
But I don't
It's
cut off the brick
Yeah, this right here fish scale, and I ain't cuttin' shit
Yeah, hundred for a gram, to give your nose a fix
Voices in my head, I need
stitches in my head
I've got seven stitches
I should be dead!
She thought that I would understand
Her fucking another man
I said
Fuckin O.K.
I got sick
stitches in my head
I've got seven stitches
I should be dead!
She thought that I would understand
Her fucking another man
I said
Fuckin O.K.
I got sick
accompanied by no one so I got my back, vertebra
The heat is up, extinguisher, I got the track burnin up
Don't think to touch
Six feet's enough to get a match
Can you hear them
All the voices in my head
They freak me out
Can you hear them
They won't be happy 'till I'm dead
They freak me out
Ten
got demons in my head
That really want to see me dead
Placing thoughts up in my head
Kill everybody in sight
I want it done by tonight
You bet not put
barely fall asleep
Trust, I won't even dare
Been in my own head steady
Freddy Krueger is ready
Don't be fooled by all those small talks
They just voices
You been holding on by a thread and
I dont know whats going on in your head
Then she told me don't listen to them other voices
Then she said baby
me head, yeah!
I get head
You get head
Your bitch give me head, yeah!
In my bed
Getting head
By your bitch
She give me head
(She give me head till I
It was difficult to navigate the world as a homeless teenager. My father was right. It was hard. And the world was tough. I think about this time in
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