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10-55 (If Only You Felt This Pain)
by Lowkee
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I’m that psycocath schizophrenic motherfucker
With a couple pillies on me and a pack of 100s
Main street, crack fiends, wanna get a bump see?
Give a fuck about their life so I supply all their needs
Keep a blade on me ready for a fuckboy
That comes at me wrong, don’t trust boy
Skipped out today, so I’m feeling unsteady
Couldn’t hold em down, without feeling too sweaty
My coffin is pre ordered just in case
Any motherfucker comes for my place
I know that they see me making my way
Down the boulevard
(Down the boulevard)
But I don’t get real far
Before I gotta whip out that black crow bar
FTP on my motherfuckin' shirt
Threw the white one out cause it stained from the dirt
And the blood of my last known victim
When it comes to the cops, he still missing
And every time I see those posters
I can feel my composure
Slowly losing itself
Cause I can’t handle the hell
That I put myself through everyday
So instead I’ll just rot to the grave
Look up in the sky just to see the buildings
While I suffer to breathe, cause my lungs mildewing
From the inside out yuh
From the inside out yeah...
From the inside out yeah...
From the inside out yeah...
I’m that psycocath schizophrenic motherfucker
With a couple pillies on me and a pack of 100s
Main street, crack fiends, wanna get a bump see?
Give a fuck about their life so I supply all their needs
Keep a blade on me ready for a fuckboy
That comes at me wrong, don’t trust boy
Skipped out today, so I’m feeling unsteady
Couldn’t hold em down, without feeling too sweaty
My coffin is pre ordered just in case
Any motherfucker comes for my place
I know that they see me making my way
Down the boulevard
(Down the boulevard)
But I don’t get real far
Before I gotta whip out that black crow bar
FTP on my motherfuckin' shirt
Threw the white one out cause it stained from the dirt
And the blood of my last known victim
When it comes to the cops, he still missing
And every time I see those posters
I can feel my composure
Slowly losing itself
Cause I can’t handle the hell
That I put myself through everyday
So instead I’ll just rot to the grave
Look up in the sky just to see the buildings
While I suffer to breathe, cause my lungs mildewing
From the inside out yuh
From the inside out yeah...
From the inside out yeah...
From the inside out yeah...
