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People getting body-snatched and cloned by the day
Mass meditation we all need to pray
Gangstalkers love to stalk the chosen ones
Trying to have
a distorted and sick point of view
In the end we are guilty of the sins that we are turning a blind eye to
This madness will lead to the end of us
Downfall
In my experience
It's not just the talking that you do
But the listening
Listen to understand
By just being there
You may be the turning point that
Super fly but I gats land
Bitches on my IG feeding me crap
Niggas claiming 10 toes turning out Rats
Hiding what They feeling but I see Through them
can't stomach
Didn't come by the dozens I came by the hundreds
Bringing destruction on anything coming
In my direction that's headed towards us
We attack
is too
Spider: This must be the end of the world! All the people turning into pigs and ponies I can't let it happen to me!
Senator Exon: What is
with the taste
of a momentary lie
The fantasy twists
my veins are turning dry
but I want you by my side
I want you so
Your rare scent that nobody
(Double D)
This is
This is
This is
This is welcome
(Plug Plug)
S A V
Aye Plug
Now I got it by myself
I been grinding tooth and nail
Cant nobody
to ruin it I can do that by myself
Another misfit past the point of her self help
Book in her bedroom yeah it hasn't left the shelf
In a while (HEY)
I'm
to forgive
At times there be points where I don't wanna live
That means I'ma drown if I don't wanna drip
Chased by hell hounds on that fifth
You gotta drip
to life (To life)
Guided by the light (By the light)
That blinds the weak and helpless
Our hope is gone forevermore
We've reached the point of no return
Thought I was lookin' good
So I cycled 'cross the neighborhood
Was invited by a skinny girl
Into her high class world
Left my bicycle under
where the key is kept
Point me down the right line because it's time
To let me in from the cold
Turn my lead into gold
'Cause there's a chill wind
Thought I was lookin' good
So I cycled 'cross the neighborhood
Was invited by a skinny girl
Into her high class world
Left my bicycle under
Thought I was lookin' good
So I cycled 'cross the neighborhood
Was invited by a skinny girl
Into her high class-world
Left my bicycle under
The wheel of fortune goes spinning around
Will the arrow point my way will this be my day
Oh wheel of fortune please don't pass me by
Let me know
The hands keep on turning, the pendulum just swings
Prisoners upon this rock, flying without wings
Captured in a moment, still the hours chimed
It's getting harder to watch
Turning they stomach in knots
I'm getting money they
Uh, I'm getting money they not
David I'm slinging them rocks
Put
Little freak of horror knows when the enemy's near
She's always right
No, nothing gets by this one
It's probably because she's so wide eyed
And I
town
I used to feel outdated
Way passed the point of spoiled
As a matter of factly stated
I felt bitter and old
I kept hoping for a miracle
Maybe by
to the point where I'm turning everything to sawdust
When I step up in the place you know it's lit (you know)
When I'm riding with the crew you know we lit (we
pigs snitching we cant relate
By tomorrow bitch I need 60
Im the man got the keys to the city
Yo bitch sound choosey wanna come with me
Drip is on point
to run away
Maybe I'm afraid that
I'll fall for it again
Are you turning into another sin?
Yeah you stopped by at my place
Hoped that one day you would
to see what's up with you
Forty points on the board run it up with you, yeah
Know you like it best when you by my side
Giving you a rate bae you two times
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