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Mellowhype

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    Mr. anti-love, anti-social, anti-visual, anti-vocal
    I'm bottled in a bottle like a ship built in it
    I dream nightmares through the window and my window is tinted
    Memories, i can't diminish, preach to me like a minister
    Who is her? single mom raising a menace
    A dog wants to ball, green like tennis
    Tossin' while i'm sleep cuase my minds out the hemisphere
    Weird how we end up here
    Christmas without a father for my 19th year
    My sisters dad wouldn't bother to pick up he phone and call her
    He wasn't there for her, so i had to play the father
    That's why i'm close, close to the edge
    With a 45 desert eagle held to my head
    Bread to the knife and my butter's a spread
    My songs locked away, threw the key to the shed
    My life is goin' downhill, i'm better off dead
    Wolf to the fur and the fur must shed
    You know bopeep got us white old sheep
    She like a pimp with a cane and some gold teeth
    Stake out with my niggas and wait 'til they go sleep
    Hard to keep my eyes wide counting more sheep
    Egg head nigga and the key is the hatch
    Lookin' far down the road, it seemed so farfetched

    The world is unanimous, time managin'
    Slip like bananas, split quick, can't handle it?
    It's difficult when you're on your own
    But be on your shit, mothafucka you grown

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    I'm hungry ass known, i'm lonely all alone
    You can't reach me, because i don't own a phone
    I wish i had a clone and that clone had a pops
    There with him watchin' sports, there with him when he shop
    Doin' dirt in the streets and his pops find out
    He done dug himself a hole which you can't climb out
    But the hole his dad puts him in is out of love
    So he won't get addicted to the crazy life of drugs
    Teach him how to love, he ain't gotta be a thug
    It's okay to show affection and give your mom a hug
    Why you actin' all hard and shit?
    Instead of being who you really truly are and shit
    For a nigga gon' reach into his car and shit
    On some foreign shit, pull your car in a ditch
    More niggas fake, less niggas are real
    Some do the talking and the rest will kill

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