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Salty MC

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There ain't to much left to say that I haven't said
Wake up alone, no one asks me to come back to bed
Hard to hack the stress, thankful I've got to rap to vent
The Devil's in my ear saying I'm better moving packs again
In this black room burning green to amber, red
A bad mood and idle hands will make you dance with death
Trying to break out of her grips, but I lack the strength
Reaper said she's coming back for me, she took my man instead
Takes two to do the tango, still it's hard to bare the thought
You're really gone, something nothing could prepare me for
Deep down, I still think it should be me in the ground
But I guess that two's company, three is a crowd
So it looks like I'll be here until the bitter end
But I feel like 50 Cent, cos many men been wishing death
Flashback, last five dollars had to tick the sesh
Sipping til my piss went red, the older boys were pinning meth
Since a kid I've been depressed, got the steel city blues
Bottle my emotions let them spill in the booth
They tried to change the key, but my spirits in tune
I'm still thinking of Drew, when I sit in my room
I could never kill that pain with Oxycontin
Don't want friends I want deposits
F*ck off I don't want your sorry's
I'mma get my head right no matter what the cost is
Over thinking got it throbbing, cold heart see the frosting on it
Life's a little better, still got lots of problems
People trying to feed me drugs, feels like they want me on it
Still got all of these issues, from the pills that I misused
Drunk text her I miss you, I don't know if it's true
Trying my best, you'd still say I'm the worst
Too much pain in my chest, put the pain in my verse
Black Carhartt head-to-toe cos I came here to work
Repping Fith cos without him I'd be laid in a hearse
Don't think anyone could understand the lengths he went
To get me off the bench and in the booth just to let me vent
All the time that you invest, never hedged your bets
BTS, cleaning up behind me when my heads a mess
Even if it kills me, I'll blow us up like kamikaze
Make the van a Maserati, they paid us if we're at their party
Bunch of semi chub flops, they're just acting hard G
It's child's play, ain't a toy, but I've been pashing Barbies
I feel like Swae Lee, I ain't go no type
Used to bender every weekend was a low life
No lights now my futures looking so bright
Pour out for the dead and for the living I wish more life
But I can't lie, my enemies can rot in hell
Plotting while they're puffing twirls, deserved it if I fucked your girl
Names divisive, loved or hated in the underworld
Both middle fingers up, steady screaming f*ck the world
I feel like Swae Lee, I ain't go no type
Used to bender every weekend was a low life
No lights now my futures looking so bright
Pour out for the dead and for the living I wish more life
But I can't lie, my enemies can rot in hell
Plotting while they're puffing twirls, deserved it if I fucked your girl
Names divisive loved or hated in the underworld
Both middle fingers up, steady screaming f*ck the world

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