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to me ho

(Man, these fucking women are all the same)
(Fucked up in the head and drive men insane)
(I know most of them good but some are to blame)
(Then

Here come the flashbacks
And the panic attacks
How long does that shit last
I'm losing myself by the day see
And I know you all think that I'm crazy
That

yourself what the hell was that
Man you fucked up
You got a good women
Who's carrying your seed
You don’t need to be texting that other girl
Devilish deeds

why
Like I got this fucked up soul
What do you even want me for
You too special for me anyways
Love gon' shorten my days
Stop texting her, I know she

just really start to miss you
I don't ever wanna try if I'll fall back down
Always by myself been 'cause no-one's around
I don't ever wanna fall back

my health

I didn't mean to leave it
I did it for myself
Sitting in my own guilt
Fucked up again, oh well

I know I changed now
Myself I found
Don't be

that

And even when you down that didnt hold you back
I didnt wanna be you, took the same path
Young black man, i was down bad
World fucked up so i had

So here it goes
Another night of believing I failed
Another night being consumed by guilt
Together but disconnected
Another sign that our story has

All i wanna do is get fucked up
I wanna be so numb
Dont wanna feel a single thing
Im so done
And im running out of luck
Dont wanna die while im still

got yourself another boyfriend
You post about him every single day and night
And I know its wrong to even write you this song
But can we talk about him

black to the fucked up system we living in
Just to add to it
I got niggas doing like twenty years
And here I am after it all
To reclaim what's ours
Yeah,

not the one to try and Take my life
I'm a get knocked down but get Back up every time
I'm a man of sacrifice
I faced it plenty nights
Still searching

Remember who we are
Loners all the way
Damn I blame myself
How things were made
Too busy caught up
In the hell we raised
Those late nights
Had me feelin so

freaky shit, an outfit like that of a nurse
She do it i nut and she burst
By now i think that its a curse
Riding round with no inhibitions might be all up

gone, she was a Daydream

Last night, fucked up, I can't remember shit
I'll leave the stuff to one of my bad bitches
What happened here? My head is like

feelings, but I kept them inside
Did it all by myself, I was stuck in my grind

If you ask how I'm doing, I'll say I'm fine
If you're calling my phone, then

enjoy so now I get
Cuban cigars got me
Alcohol got me
You got me
Yeah you got me
You got me fucked up
We want sex money and murder
Summer camp feeling

might be onto something

Now I've moved over by Washington Drive
Walking at night I'm surrounded by crime
But the daytime remind me of why I'm alive

all on you
For a fucked up childhood of abandonment and neglect
It makes a woman's mind and time hard to respect
Half of me just died, to be honest I

think twice
Can't find my way, descend in the night
Take my blade that is seratted
Keep it right by my side 
I'd rather die
Than be by your side
Fuckin up

And he's the reason that I do this. He keeps me up at night
And my twatologies tight [alright, alright]
But as for the previous, I'm feeling quite devious
MC

a vixen
We on a mission stack as the day go
Prolly heading out by the night time
Maybe three or four more
Right through the pipeline
Got em begging for it

to forget
Thinking about you lately
Thinking about the days we would hang
Third day let you meet the gang
I hate these feelings in my brain
Broke myself to be

I'm alive and I'm well
I guess shit could be worse so it's swell
All them nights that I spent by myself in a cell
Do not ask me for nothing I will not