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I guess it's happening again
Never thought I'd find somebody
Who makes me feel this way

Again
I wish it would fade
So I can just move on
And pretend

you fucking burned me 
Do you know how embarrassing that was? To stay with somebody who hates you because, you hope things get better
You hope that love

a game it ain't no lifelines
Who wanna be millionaire the flares hit the night skies
There's trials but don't let em try you
Gang move by the thousands

got hit by a double ad
Where's your dad, you look like he left
Enough about you, what's on my chest
I'm not a guest, nah I'm the best
Ain't even gonna

the bottle I spill some for the dead, then think back on my bads
Listen
It's a tough one
Because even if I figured out when it all went down hill
I couldn't go

Ok the Grizz back in his bag
That other shit, that was trash
And even before they ask
Lets just throw the good with the bad
Yeah Satan's all on my

mean 
Like in the middle of Life magazine 
Bouncin' around a pinball machine 
And there's something on yer mind you wanna be saying 
That somebody

Fuck it, please don't worry
Under drugs I'm buried
I feel so mad every single day
Light the grass to make myself okay
Bad vibes always tryna get inside

verses getting so real, people think it's a diss
But I just like talking my shit
It's on you if you take offense
Cause if you was hurt by a line then it's

Half these niggas is my sons, nigga, Lil' Bronny
Push me wrong while I'm balling, turn to Ben Wallace
Bad hoes sit by me, be done hit yo bitch prolly
Mir

was ever down bad
Would you stick by my side?
If my success outshined yours
Could you swallow your pride?
Cause baby

You're all I need in this lifetime

Drop into the quarantine zone
Too bad that there isn't more of me (oh)
Zombies, you're borin' me
Killin' every single one is a chore to me
(whoa)

me
You bitches jealous bout my looks
That's why I'm so cocky

Tell me something
Who you know could really make a bitch mad
By looking good everyday

fam
I'm still by myself
Hate being alone
But that's all I know
Man I can't figure this out
Antisocial but if you go
Might end up killing myself
All

I'm never afraid to drop a nigga (never)
They see Quinn they always trying to hit her (haha)
Well imma make these niggas bitter (too bad)
911

to be consumed by the darkness
I tell a story full of pain as an artist
And hope that somebody would understand why I don't ever leave my apartment
Still

like I'm Spike Lee
I'm on that no Quan Chi
And I'm with my big homies
Want a PS5 for retail somebody tell Sony
You may think that shit funny, but trust

I'm glad for the hate
It lets me know I maybe made a mistake
That I can learn from and return it to great
Or that at least somebody heard it
Even if

was made to be
Impatiently
Waiting for the dark to leave
They get into darkness
Tryna to feed Themselves
Eating from the murky won't get wealth
I throw

Bringing random chicks to my place if they bad enough
I'm seeing her face on every body I'm bagging up
I don't even fuck for fun I just count em up
I guess

they be talking
Won't say it in front of me
I remember days when
They would stunt on me
I was down bad
They ain't like when I got right
My heart cold

her
I picked a thorn
And grew a rose
Such a beautiful thang to have somebody by yo side that you can build with
Girl, you can chill with
Somone to be

That you can feel and interpret a kind of art that is timeless
Be Noah's arch in the mindset we won't be saved by a prophet
Words can be hazardous

won't let me stop, I always give in
I wonder if this counts as an addiction
I only get pleasure from masturbation
The clock ticks by
There's nothing left