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niggas be bust like last name is odom
They smoking that weak shit that shit is a floater
I'm feeling like Chris bitch I'm shooting my floater
Got this

From massival trees and the grey diamond skies
The brown of the oak with an armor kill time
Fresh breathful air plays a character role
They say

a lie
It took a lot to get here
I was lost and in fear
I let lots interfere
Prone to the head noise
Dropshots in my ear
Tossed in the air
No fucks, I'm

on the front porch
He don't love you no more
He just took a perk and now he gungho
Neighborhood of gun smoke
Bodies in the air, I hope you don't choke
Aint

Every time I tell this story
I swear that it's the last
As if the telling might unburden me
Cauterize the past
But it wells up again like crude oil

end
Let me die with the hope, I just want to pretend
For a minute, I know exactly how the world is gonna end

Just for the last second
I wanna feel so

supposed to last
She never really wants an answer
Just some noises while she packs
I guess I told her that was that and
Then I found someone else to ask
But

you not just the physical form
Every time my eyes go to close I picture you close
You’re my one and only drug think I need another dose
Like the air

I can't believe it's true
We really have been there
Just sitting side by side
Just drinking magic air

I'll keep it in my mind
Like cure for darkest

the rooster
You can't hang wit a nigga
My last name is not cooper
I hope I did not lose ya
Bars hit hard the might bruise ya
Addicted to music my nigga
Shoutout

Synapses shit
Channel 0 shit
I got nothing else left to say other than, fuck all you worthless pieces of shit I hope you all fucking die and burn in

the souls from underground
Suffocating, I'm unbound
Where darkness resides
Concocting your demise
You rot
Death is in the air
Eternally feeding on your

I ride into your mind by surprise on phased lasers
cnd slice into your eyes like Bunuel with crazed razors
Cuz yes I am un chien andalous

guts, I got air in my chest
I should turn around right now but I've settled for less
I stole your Juul pod, I hope you're not mad
I made it last long

I

hristmas
For fucking around in between them sheets
Just hope it's a fight ith the booty or dinner and a moovie 
That helped u clean up your plate after

a damn...from the top tah da bottom.. 

Its choppa city in da ghetto,
yea we on dat lever, flippin and turnin I hope you niggaz bout whateva,
50 100 mane we'll

forever it's like broken glass on your velvet voice A cold dead center The stale air infects our lungs And I find myself drawn to the flames of your last

cryptocurrency is probably
Our last financial hope
Soon enough the government will leave
Your bank account froze
Judgement day is coming
You can run or you can

Asphyxia

Rigor Mortis

Rigor Mortis Vs. the Earth

1991

Shove a finger down my throat and hope that I don't bite it off
I cough I spit I'm in a fit clutching anything in sight
These seconds are my very last I'm

you getting upset?

If you living like a slave, I hope you die a king
Set your alarms, the walking dead still got some life in them
If pain is beauty,

take yours for it
Uh-oh, it's a booby trap, hope he fall for it
4-4, push his kuffi back, make him fall forward
Before I get bodied by a singin'