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down the hole yea 
That rabbit he sold that old soul to the drunken sea
All I wanted was to be set free 
And trust me an apple doesn't fall far from

Been smokin on some dank by myself whatchu thank
Graduated school started runnin up my bank
Always on the corner had me lookin like hank
Cut

to a hole 
I can't fold
But i swear
That this shit be getting old
In the studio
Pour cognac 
Thinking fuck it all

Fuck it all

Fuck it all

ignored, by everyone else up in the psych ward
Its taught in schools too, how to be a decent human though
I guess it doesn't matter who's taught what
Cause

Killing everything
Defending your honour
 Mustard gas is used
Flame throwers made to burn 
Nothing is too bad
For this evil made by man
Death from above

realize I'm in first place,
baby powder, smack a fool, all in good tastes,
this old school pimpin', true kings accept their fate,
you can't imagine the pain

to taste you
Waist full of tattoos and my face full
Anatomy probably the baddest and I had to see
Ass like a planet, I'm pulled in by gravity, carry

Blacktop burning holes in my shoe soles
Picking up cans beside the road
Feeling them little red chiggers dig in
There's an old man standing out by

but can't seem to be
Able to release the horrors of the shit that happened to me
Everyday I wake up followed by another tragedy
PTSD burned holes in my

back
I see the flaws the code 
Them plots got holes
Chrissy hit me on the phone 
And told
Just don't fold aye
I'm going for the gold
I'm way to old to be

your pain was not brought on by you
But it's all the same
Now your too damn old to blame
Anyone else for your own mistakes again
Now is when you've got

to an end

Born in a hole, and down I fell
Until I had your hand to hold and
Lips to bid this gruesome pain farewell

Had made one too many enemies
That

too stressed
I wanna be the best and I wanna be famous
I walk around the room and they know what my name is
KAT, no pain on me, no plain old me
I stay

Everything is official we gettin' money too ya know?
He hit me back and said what do ya know
I said I swear i'm on they ass like a booty hole nigga

Okay!

Smile, though your heart is aching
Smile, even though it’s breaking
When there are clouds in the sky, you’ll get by
If you smile through your fear

and the old niggas
Run off on the plug tell you mama dig a hole nigga

certain he had time
RIP to the niggas that won’t get too old
RIP to the niggas that done they lost they soul
He in his grave you suspended with pay woah

the sweeper so for all of the times they
Put us in a sleeper hold from the days
Of old when the water was cold from those
Fire hoses called to organize by those

Maybe it's cause you turned your back on me
I've done it too, won't leave you with casualties
It's one thing lying to me but working against me, that just

my heart's haunted
By someone I kept hanging on just because I could

You were sure to warn me
Some old lover left you crushed
With me there to chew

the rest of them, cuz true colors started exposing
Police patrolling, waiting for probable cause to come put a hole in my clothing
(Fuck 'em)
My innocence

Why I'm the odd one out the bunch 

Why I feel so odd 
Talking like them, don't go too far 
Took me years to realize I'm a star 
I don't want

Listen guys
We need a new song by tomorrow
I just produced this really fire beat
And we're just gonna spit over it
Spit?
What do you mean spit?
Yeah,

Someone found a letter you wrote me, on the radio
And they told the world just how you felt
It must have fallen out of a hole in your old brown