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30_FEET.m4a (Bonus Track)
by gazecloud & sunnymingo
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See y'alls lurk
I got many balloons
I'm the one to float
I see many buffoons
You commit lose yourself and I can't move
Bruh ruined the path to get through stoned I leave bruises
Lube up the nostrils
One of many bitches sniffing cool whip
Kick the door open, slip and fall
I got a loose hindge
Friends are not food if you ask Bruce unless you two chinned
Me and TS pulling up in 20 Benz
Quant and gazecloud, pulling up in a Lincoln
Pull up in a hearse, then I'm doing percs
I need a nurse, I'm hurt
Blood on my fuckin' shirt, I'm 30 feet in the dirt
30 feet in the dirt, bitch, I'm fuckin' hurt
Pull up in a hearse, then I'm doing percs
I need a nurse, I'm hurt
Blood on my fuckin' shirt, I'm 30 feet in the dirt
30 feet in the dirt, bitch, I'm fuckin' hurt
I'm 30 feet in the dirt, keep a shotty like I'm Kurt
Shot my head, now there's blood on my shirt
I know I was always the worst but at least I fuckin' tried
I wish I didn't suicide
(All these regrets, I just needed some meds)
(All these regrets, I wish I wasn't dead)
(All these regrets, I just needed some meds)
(All these regrets, I wish I wasn't dead)
Pull up in a hearse, then I'm doing percs
I need a nurse, I'm hurt
Blood on my fuckin' shirt, I'm 30 feet in the dirt
30 feet in the dirt, bitch, I'm fuckin' hurt
Pull up in a hearse, then I'm doing percs
I need a nurse, I'm hurt
Blood on my fuckin' shirt, I'm 30 feet in the dirt
30 feet in the dirt, bitch, I'm fuckin' hurt
See y'alls lurk
I got many balloons
I'm the one to float
I see many buffoons
You commit lose yourself and I can't move
Bruh ruined the path to get through stoned I leave bruises
Lube up the nostrils
One of many bitches sniffing cool whip
Kick the door open, slip and fall
I got a loose hindge
Friends are not food if you ask Bruce unless you two chinned
Me and TS pulling up in 20 Benz
Quant and gazecloud, pulling up in a Lincoln
Pull up in a hearse, then I'm doing percs
I need a nurse, I'm hurt
Blood on my fuckin' shirt, I'm 30 feet in the dirt
30 feet in the dirt, bitch, I'm fuckin' hurt
Pull up in a hearse, then I'm doing percs
I need a nurse, I'm hurt
Blood on my fuckin' shirt, I'm 30 feet in the dirt
30 feet in the dirt, bitch, I'm fuckin' hurt
I'm 30 feet in the dirt, keep a shotty like I'm Kurt
Shot my head, now there's blood on my shirt
I know I was always the worst but at least I fuckin' tried
I wish I didn't suicide
(All these regrets, I just needed some meds)
(All these regrets, I wish I wasn't dead)
(All these regrets, I just needed some meds)
(All these regrets, I wish I wasn't dead)
Pull up in a hearse, then I'm doing percs
I need a nurse, I'm hurt
Blood on my fuckin' shirt, I'm 30 feet in the dirt
30 feet in the dirt, bitch, I'm fuckin' hurt
Pull up in a hearse, then I'm doing percs
I need a nurse, I'm hurt
Blood on my fuckin' shirt, I'm 30 feet in the dirt
30 feet in the dirt, bitch, I'm fuckin' hurt
