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this is Ben
And we're Ruderals
Uh we are Ruderals

A weird punk band in New York City
This is our last song
And I'm really excited 
So I hope you all

and my acoustic
I'll be gone, I'm chucking the deuces
I'm so glad I let you down
I'm so glad I let you down

Wait, hold up
All she wanna do is get high,

of my head
I stay in place too long
Won't make it out before I'm dead
Cause when she sip she want it all
She hit my phone
I get some texts
I miss some

have got too much hubris
Me I'm just tryin to be the shrewdest
I built mine brick by brick
So my youts aint gotta go through this

Chorus 

I tell this

Fresh off the Garden picked by my mama
You rappers getting rotten you need some manure
I dont wear designer clothes Im comfy in Pyjamas
I dont really

a Thug I'm a Boss call it Trap Trap Trap
Battle rap case I need a Chilla Jones mindset
You got a good setup so I ain't buying anything
Your flow you can

Slicing all these niggas in half, I might just call it dueling
I'm great with the pad, so don't you be tripping
I been doing all this rappin' for a cool few

Stranger Things

Chris Brown

Stranger Things

2018

(jheeze)
And neighbors knockin' on my door, what the fuck you want?
Bitch, I'm alright (jheeze)
Listen, nigga, mind your business, I'm so sick of niggas

acoustics
an my lyrical schemes Is like a chemical solution
I'm a guillotine for riddims, Homicide producer
Deadly I'm Yakuza ,
wid a brain like I'm

I'm so sick of burying my friends
My friends
I'm so sick of burying my friends 
My friends
I'm so sick of burying my friends
My friends
I'm so sick

was wet aqua theme admit it's sick

So be realistic
I go ballistic
Different mind not autistic
I hear more high levels of acoustic
Some bars no ones

listening
Can boost this scene and do sick things to 
Human beings acoustic screams like who kissed Gene
My news hit streets like Q-Tip beats so view big

the weight that falsely portrays my grin
Just another case of alienation
So I play Best Friends by you and Kristoff Krane and then
Feeling somewhat sane
Before

come with me
Or go down with the tsunami
You trying to rain bills
By thousands like them
Banks that hold deposits
So I'm not here to spit knowledge

confused I don't know what to feel
The blood on my skin it might just start to spill
Just stay by my side i'll be loving you still

So sick i'm so sick i'm

she don't care ‘cause I'm grown

Why you looking all twisted in ur grill
You look so sick ‘cause I'm looking so fit
You look so sick ‘cause these boys

I'm gonna do right
Right by you
Because I'm only right
Right by You

Sometimes I wonder will I ever get it right
Cause I'm so sick of messin up so many

the size
Which is doing you A favor
Everybody know who to watch for
Shit, I could've got stained by one of my neighbors
Who sick of watching me come up
I can

know he's packin' a great big 
He don't use samples he use acoustics
It's quite therapeutic
He's dead
So I copped a mic and I sent it (Sent it)
This

and you that's a big gap
Saditty shit we don't drink tap
Shoutout to my deacon
I get hotter every season 
The rhyme so tight i gotta squeeze in
I'm going in

Yeah i'm sick of it
I swear I'm sick of all the bullshit
We really troopin'
Run up on me & we gon' shoot em
Yo boy a doofus
Playin' with me he must be

the fire of fresh breath
I'm acoustic, a nuisance
Air in my lungs feeling punctured
I got grooves in me
I'm accosted, disgusted
Lumped by all my sums, it's

(aww!)
Cause I'm so cute and scrawny
Spit on a track and leave it so horny (hmm)
And who taught me? Nobody
I did it all by myself, you can't stop me!

my wallet
Regardless
I don't have a million-dollar studio
But I can still play a piano
And I've got ends to meet
So I taught myself how to write a sick