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of your problems
Trying to fix all your mistakes
Trying to take that pain away
Don't lose focus
Don't look at this
Don't use those gauges
You got this, you

up
12 gauge sawed off on me guarantee I'll fuck yo lungs up
I just took his soul, I need some more
Ion just want one
Hollow thru yo body rip yo guts up

skirt could use one too
She needs a lift or two and that's what I aim to do

Feel my gauge filling
Something's empty
Something's full
Something's empty

on the plan
But that's what she does, thats that love
40 years wasn't on the calendar
But there's a nightlight in the room
Your pleasure can't gauge what is not

havoc 
Hell on Earth with Infamous gauge's
Mobbin deep with a infamy phantom
Don't get mad when you see me at him 
Fuck a post get rid of the caption 
I

tha feild ina minute its makin me sick
Drum on tha tactical 12 guage wit a laser to point out a bitch
Keep speaking on nate bitch I know where you stay

apart
In moments like this
It seems so wrong
To keep my feelings from you and hide them inside a song
I'm going crazy blowing all of the gauges that hold

a cage with a little bit of rampage, disengage

Little page, overage, 12-gauge, shotty to the face, going blah-ba-ba
I'm the shit, that's a foul play,

a cage
Is watching me age
Scratching numbers on the page 
No longer helping me gauge 
How many days I've spent in this old room
Lickin' my wounds

Lickin'

I talk to my mental to see their prospective
My demons say they will protect me
Don't know if its myself against me
Tried to gauge it like its

smoking
Louder than a car alarm
Just a bunch of drug users
In my call log
I was thinking about the team
I don't ball hog
Hit you with this 12 gauge
But

I'll go
I scream out God's name, and they laugh in my face
And they tell me, He won't hear me down below

And they tell me to gauge out my eyes
There's

your eyes
Whiskey drowns the butterflies
Drinks lined up on the tailgate
Feel that shot like a 12-gauge
It started with a flicker
Feel the heat

gauge
Freedom ain't free until you turn the damn page
Say happy! Say happy, ain't I happy jack

Happy Jack communes with the loons, he just floats on his

Call me the judge and the jury
Ready with the heavy gauge shotgun
Tracking that good corn liqueur
Sheriff on my back trynna catch an outlaw

Born into

hold me Down I won't be your prisoner so take this bottle And twelve gauge and fucking rage

I hope this time you brought your bullets for your Gun can

Real slow
Oh you didn't know?,
Wild Bill busting out the window off the rip,
Twelve gauge pump leave you slumped in the whip,
Semi automatic let it spit

as hell, go sell your pole

Flash of 2020's ain't shit, nigga, up a roll
Blow a 12-gauge through the window, you better duck a roll
Stop me a traffic

matter anyway

Scissor and paste me
The place where I don't wanna be

Why you makin' up these
Thoughts that I shouldn't think

I'm on my

Gauge how I feel

foot on the gas it's peaking the gauge

My new bitch hot like Flareon
And I'm back in my carry on
SB's and Jordan's I don't wear Lebrons
I'm feeling way

shit I’m self made,
No nine to five I’m in the streets I’m self paid,
This not no hand Gun this a 12 gauge,

Cross the tracc I got the drac from the 3,

Let it go
Automatic start Imma automatic gauge it
When I pull up it's a automatic spray
If I throw them dollar bills she gone automatic shake
Drop

Eternal

Bone Thugs-N-Harmony

Bone Instrumentals, Pt. 2

2008

coming ta serve ya
Nigga we told ya Bone be stalking, (we walking)
Number one assassin
Pick up the pump and it causing the 12-gauge eruption
Let loose

Run down
Position's bending how we think
Walled in distant grieving
Hold out
And put your bet in on something
A different way to gauge this
Fall down