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v piči
A ti, co by neměli tak nejvíc křičí
Musím tě zmasit, musím tě zabít
Budu si nad tvou mrtvolou pičo honit
Chci abys hned teď zvracel krev
A z

fucking
Ca, ca, ca, ca, ca, ca, crazy I am
Who's crazy (Ryan)
which Ryan's crazy (I am)
And by crazy, I mean you're not the same kind of poop-stain I am

Yo, ayo by blood is hazey, smokey gaze
Glazed in ways, dilates cook-up my hybrid
I've witnessed every act of violence
Silence is isolated; I'm in

Niby wszystko okej
Znów trafiam na kurwy
Chcesz być jak król lew
Racja prawo dżungli

Byś nie wyszedł na hienę jak wyszedł niejeden niejedna
Jak Eddy

the hood we surrounded by drugs all day

Battle for the number one high, so dirty
It's been stolen, eyes can't focus
I'm on my own supply
No money I won't

Only rule by any means, so I gotta make it out
Only focus is the cheese, I ain't into chasin' clout
I gotta get ma dukes a house
Far from niggas totin'

Now some time now
For you to take a break from the outside world
She likes to spill the beans the way she speaks without a filter
She gotta bottle by

crazy not to go
Ahead and lose pace
By the time it's over you'll be
Sipping on a cool aid

(Lets go)

Feeling it's a new day
New dawn, new horizon, sun

hate as a reason
Triggered by identities they appropriate for holiday seasons
Commodified ancestral trauma of minorities ease projected majorities

days go by, then you say hi
We both taking approaches so what we got? Oh, ay, that's the bell, I gotta go, we can talk later, waking

Up at seven, go

kid
I'd really like to get to know the real you
Instead of losing this connection by letting it diminish
Cuz I'm content with the way we're making

(Lil Rose, you so wavy)
All I want for Christmas
Is friends that are loyal, or maybe band-aids for my weakened soul
A shorty at my side for every

a band aid
I'm too tough, man I'm too brave
Some days I be in a cage
See my body laying in a grave
God told me "Nina don't stop,
With my guidance you'll go

sobie z nimi rady to przykre ale prawdziwe
Zaraźliwe jak pieprzony AIDS wirus XX wieku
Więc bądź przezorny na tego typu kurestwa
Przecież nikt nie jest

forget (no)
Foreign is pulled on the side of the highway, we fightin' because of a text
I can't forget, no (no)
Thought you was by my side, that was one

that I'm missing uh
My first love left I was 16
Delusional in thinking we can still fix things
The drugs and alcohol I think Ima mix these
To aid in

don't really give a fuck
Like an Instagram activist, yeah
Man what's the point if you don't try
Just stay depressed and float by
Hoes hate a comatose guy

leave it home
'Cause I'ma kill that mothafucka if bring it along
By myself no backup just me alone
All bars no hook, I don't need a song
No topic so I'm

will go win
And even after fishing for the truth at heart
Hung still by the past guy who claimed your heart
Heart claimed like some high school girl

ingested from associating business with fantasies
And how I lost my family to the typical agonies so I need to be the one to aid the spiritual bandages

short like a
Pack of Newport's I pray on
The lord to, get some respect
By watching y'all fail I know
That I'm next, I'm taking another
Root so I won't be

to say
Mix it up all night
Swear I'm gonna need a hearing aid
I wanna make it a point that I see
Everything fucked up inside of old me
Tryna be tough so I

your range
I swear you ain't tough
Just cause your cousin nem bang
He got rolled up in a wood
Get me a puff and I smile like the kool aid man
You don't

Yeah
This should be like the double track on the Lp
Watch it actually be though by accident
Yeah lockdown lockdown
Aye, lockdown lockdown hidden