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how. – Uh, ‘cept he’s dead… he really shoulda gotten vaccinated!
10. With mental masturbation you can sense the smell
of self-righteous people burning
the world[02:18.76]Hate myself[02:22.13]Breathing stops[02:25.48]For a moment[02:28.86]Then it starts again[02:35.48]Welcome my old friend[02:42.01]The one that never
Los Angeles
Kalaveras with Chilaquiles
Penning a truthful introspective
Red wine glass by the waves of Venice
That's right
Bag chasing for that pot
I remember when I was 11 years old I found 250 worth of crack
I kept asking myself how could I sell it
I couldn't be out there trappin my mom ain't
Thick, distinct, in sync with the ringing in my ear
That I often hear, from meditation
The sound of silence bouncing, but with the softest reverberation
start to diss all of the fake love
Chilling by yourself and forgetting how it once was
Old friendships died cuz of my high independence
Steppin back
and self-analysis no wonder
"I started in therapy when I was about eight
After my best friend was murdered
By her own father"
Cameron was born Chloe Celeste Hosterman
I'm 20 years old, I'm still barely livin'
Stuck in my ways and I'm stuck in my feelin's
Battle against these invisible villains
Needa get off
I'm 20 years old, I'm still barely livin'
Stuck in my ways and I'm stuck in my feelin's
Battle against these invisible villains
Needa get off
with self hate to afraid to address it
First step just confess it
We all niggas just dealing with 400 years of death and oppression
Being black is
There’s a lot of things I wanna tell you
Yeah things I gotta tell you
Like how much I really love you
I kept it my self too
Hear your voice up on my
influence
I just adjusted to my ghetto and what they was doing
Spend 20 years around the plug and eventually you'll use it
I plugged my thugs with the drugs
20-20 hindsight
Dealing with the stress
Used to be the crying type
Visualized success now I'm staring at the lime light
In my habitat they blinded by
keeping it a hundred
Till you grow old
I keep all my promises
Even if its bad to own )
Please don't compare your self to me
I'm capable of things you can't
right by my side,
The time would just fly by
That was years ago now,
when you would hold me down
But being alone was how myself I finally found
I met with an old friend the other day, she said she hadn't seen me in 13 long years
I looked down on the tarmac and I said, I haven't seen you in
the Most High ain't cold
This took place about a year ago
Now my son a whole year old
All I can say is praise the Most High
My first son Through Christ
know the deal but what the f*** do I tell my son?
I want him livin right, livin good, respect the rules
He's five years old and he still thinkin cops
you solving any conflict is by calling me
You stalling, draining all my serotonin
As I torture both my lungs with kush smoke
Trachea feel melancholy
To any of my fans
Thank you for rocking with me all these years
I appreciate it
But sometimes this, this music, these lyrics
They get too real, they
breaking like Taco's self-esteem in a thin chair
Old Navy bitches love this gap, yeah this grin's rare
Watch a nigga smile like five-year-old child
I'm
that's just my demons
I'm trying to kill my own self I got plenty of reasons
I hear my old shit wonder why the fuck I released it
It wasn't good enough was
my lips
And words that are stuck so I stirred 'em up with a crucifix
And this is where I found a friend in Christ
I also found a few spikes and I
on the streets deceased
Lookin' through my high school yearbook
Reminiscin' of the tears as the years took
One homie, two homie, three homies, poof
We used
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