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the road by your house
Didn't look, some things I do fine without
We don't belong but my heart is a child
And it screams and shouts

Up a head saw blue

for a check for a check I go skitso
Rolling up that in doe RIP my kin folk
Blue Bands in my pants dead prez them white folk
Chasing chicken is my

I said
Sorry that I told you that you'd be better off dead
But I'm not sorry for loving you, old friend
Now I'm waiting in the timmies line
My best

can't stand it
Feeling manic, I can't fucking manage, yeah
These thoughts in my head
Better off dead
Staring at my phone
Left on read
So don't look back

get a tough
Is ya gone slidin
Fall off dead broke
Standing right by my side
Hold it down til the reup
Tryna have you with ya feet up
Rolling in rose

the denim stains
And the dead homies to commemorate
That's Papa John and the Doc
That kind of shock keep my head on straight, word
Yeah, all my haters keep it

in my head
Somedays I think I'm better off dead
And fuck all of these meds
I can't even say what's in my brain
Waking up and every day the same

friend I've ever had
And I'm less than what you deserve
Stuck in my head, but it all falls away
Better off dead, until you smile and the walls light up

Tryna clear my head space
Play a bit of that dead space bro
Bankroll look light
Took flight when I hit the loud
Spit fire when I move my mouth
How's

My life, my goals, shattered to pieces
It's so hard to breathe
Don't want time to be wasted
Can't get out of my head (Better off dead)
Keep

be alright

People pass me by
But I don't bat an eye
Stuck inside of my own head
A little too proud to cry
I think I wanna be alive
But feelin'

is your mans?
Better go get him cuz I got the plan
I'm getting money, bitch, I'm getting bands
And no, you cannot hit the blunt in my hand
My homies

thinking my body believes
I’m better off then
Can you find god
In the middle of the bathroom stall
Can you find comfort
While you’re riddled with a prozac

Lying awake in an empty bed
Thinking about the things you said
Better off with a bullet in my head

As much as i tried to hold on, it wasn't enough
Then

these thoughts I keep locked up inside my head
And every time I try to sleep I'm woken by the feeling of the fact that they would all be better off if I

says you're better off dead
There's no sun without rain
There's no joy without pain
Life has no meaning without death
Push until your last breath

my mind
Hey
I left my head on the sidewalk by the 8
They just act like that thing's theirs to take
How many times can I make the same mistake?

spleen
Leave his momma on a cliffhanger
I left her son dead in the street

Yeah Yeah
Stay with my dog like a flea
I'm puffin gas to the face gasoline
Lil

head
Now I'm feelin' all alone and my bed is dead
Renegade, signin' out

Hope you fuckin' with me
Don't hope you fuckin' with me
Keep it, keep it, keep

Aye
Peep my walk
A nigga move caution
Manny so sick, but I don't believe in doctors dig
The last man that took advice from the doc dead
The type of shit

even fixed the problem
Everyday’s a fight livin’ up to my own clout,
Never one to pout so I gotta fight my demons in the dead of the dark,
Shit got

through
I know I'll be ight
Just threatened by intrusive thoughts
Step into my spot you'll feel a lot
This kinda getting dark
Can't even filter shit no more

off dead
Look I need to find a way
Out of my head, enough said
Ripping and rhyming
But never dipping my toes 
If you're thinking you know
Then you

I'm better off dead
Contagious, ungracious, sick in my head
Retching, unsettling, pain's no longer fair
Every beginning must reach an end
And oh, I can