Crude
Benji Iii
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You ain't gotta pardon my awkwardness Only came for the carcasses Leave a mark on the beast that's the cause of this lost heart And it hurts to know that you hate me Expressing that in a mosh pit Of lost souls in my city the liquor the false confidence All depressed and it's obvious, crucify him and copy it Rage with the same base in the name of a dead communist She shakin' like the greatest when he's aging with a parkinson hand The dick split her like I'm parallel parking a van I'm jiggy with it, doing it how Biggie did it Real Puff Daddy, send yo bitch back weed scented Mama this is only the beginning I can no longer tell the difference between winning and sinning My world is different when the moon rise, and i dissect her innocence She treat me like a king but I'm still living off these benefits She chatty, I ain't into it, bouncing when I finish this Spirit and my spliffy so I probably won't remember shit Future so bright, bet these rays cut yo eyes out Money on my mind look alive nigga look alive Give me to the wind, burn my flesh when my times out From third life dimension, when I'm omnipotent Future so bright, bet these rays cut yo eyes out Money on my mind look alive nigga look alive Give me to the wind, burn mt flesh when my times out From third life dimension, when I'm omnipotent I try to follow the light when I'm fading into the night Boy you know that this road is dark that I'm paving I'm leaving a trail of ash that I tapped on the pavement Cause I'm plagued with a broken home That's housing all the pain that I'm escaping I'm self-medicating, the curse of my generation The age of information gets clouded by memes and aesthetic Sources site from Reddit Trust is but a bluff and now to love's become a fetish Can we reconnect with God? Do we recognize ourselves? A lot has died for their niggas tryna multiply their wealth And I'm tryna lend a hand when I can barely help myself I'm too deep in my mental, I forgot about my health like Like f*ck it, I'ma light the spliff, whatever happens, happens And if we live to see tomorrow, Bitch I'm blind to all your sorrow Planned it like a bandit, got no hope for you to borrow Musty, dusty, mag infested gypsies tryna horo-scope me out You'll take your life tryna read this mind hoe, what you bout? I picked my head up off the plate I'm man enough to hold my own weight now Patch me up but you stressed me out Relieved it all on your gran-gran couch Fiddled your heart but I loved your mouth I drug her through a horror flick Drugs a do a whore a fix, problematic with the schitz
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