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Oh my pain
Before I take these pills
To make them pass away
I'm going out my way
Can't stand this life anymore
Looks matter
So why do I not matter

And when I'm ok
I'll come runnin back to you
Honey I'm always
Lookin for a way that I
That I can tell you
It was always gonna be alright
It's gonna

I'm so tired
I'm so tired of your claims, your exaggerations
I make the fire meet the rain, you a little baby
All you ever do complain, and I used

Woah, Woah, No
A lot of things I won't speak about
A lot of things I can't say
Man Ima hold that shit until the grave
Some shit I'm tryna see about

talking but I'm loud I was tryna be subtle
Can't conceal my shine it's off the muzzle
From the west side went to brooks but not Russell
Lotta rappers need

to broken hearts and Bank accounts
I'm way too busy making sounds With stolen crowns and hand me Downs
To worry bout my stayin power I Just wanna bang it out

I$e!
Sub zero!
Wrist!
A nigga on froze!
I'm the man!
I just got it out the store!
With her friend!
And she sneaking on the low!
100 bands it'll make

Miss say she finna call me
Tuned in, cause the money on me
No games, don't play like I'm Serani
Miss gonna say she want me
But I'm too lit, so who

coming heavily"
Keep it 99 plus 1 and do the math with me
Go to hell you say I'ma fail, cuz that shot blasphemy
I'm tryna move my family outta state,

So many bodies
Someone come stop me
I'm training karate
You don't wanna fuck wimme
I'm warning you baby
I'm no good for you oh yeah oh yeah

She

When I get down
Into the deep
Where I'm alone
And my thoughts creep

They go round in my head
Like a lost boat at sea
Drowning me out
Till I wash up

I’m hot hot fire
You’re super smoke desire
I spark your body up
With the way that I inspire
I'm hot hot fire
You’re super smoke desire
I light your

could be your worse nightmare homie just like I’m Freddie Krueger
Got some hungry goons on my side imma send em to ya
Everyone got a weakness don’t feel

I’m just tryna get 
Get a little closer
I’m just tryna get 
Get that ooo ooo
I’m just tryna get 
Get to know ya
I just tryna get 
Get you you

Listen

I ain't livin no lie, x3
I'm just pressing for the money, do or die

I just want that bankroll, that can't fit
Down in my pocket, my skinny jeans

I love pussy
I love weed
I want the money
The fame I love this game
That I'm ashamed I play
But I wouldn't change a thing
Cause I'm obsessed with

in the spot pop out
Straight to the bar, buy rounds
I'm tryna see what her friend bout
Liquor really bring the hoes out
Love to party it's a full house

Nothing feels flyer than a pair of gold hoops
God been makin' me jump through these gold hoops
Climbing, I'm clawing through dirt
Someone tell me

I'm just kickin with my sunday crew, my sunday crew, my sunday crew
I’m just kickin with my sunday crew, my sunday crew, my sunday
We've been

bout a damn ticket now the ship is setting sail n I’m stuck
Now I’m sittin with the crickets by myself but u know what I give no fuck

I might die

I’m gonna’ need all my brides
To put your hands high
It’s the bride anthem 

I’ve been working on this body
Up real late planning this party
Just

Cheee!
woooh!
Yeah!


I say lord please forgive me (lord have mercy)
I’m just tired of seeing all the fucking gimmicks (oh my God)
So i’m scraping

seasons leaving
Even lost myself between the runs

When it all falls down
I’m falling
When it all falls down
I’m falling
When it all falls down
I’m falling

Transparent 
That is very 
Apparent 
Sit back relax
See a master 
Take advantage 
Mr. Miyagi I’m 
Looking at 
A bunch of photo 
Copies 

that’s 
Fax