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    Something like a funeral everyday, for the bodies I'm dropping some
    Something like a funeral everyday, for the bodies I'm dropping
    Some- something like a funeral everyday, for the bodies I'm dropping
    Some- something like a funeral everyday, for the bodies I'm dropping

    1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6
    Got glocks, got sticks, all at arms length
    7, 8, 9, 10, 11
    Couple more pills, on my way to heaven (yeah, yeah, yeah)
    Dancing with my demons in the moonlight
    Yeah, takes some medicine to keep my mood right
    Hop out, I can barely fucking stand up (I can't stand up)
    When drugs come my way, I can't pass up (I can't pass up)
    Wanna crawl to my room
    Want it all to stop soon
    So lost in my own crib
    Float away, till' I'm off the grid

    Sitting back playing with the 9 millimeter
    Wondering how did I get this blood on my sneakers?
    Burned out like a cigarette (out like a cigarette)
    On top of life, feeling discontent
    Bury me six deep under my mama, weeping
    Bury my bitch right beside me if she leave here with me
    You see regret in my silhouette (regret in my silhouette)
    Burned out like a cigarette (yeah, yeah, yeah)

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    When I'm around, it gets dangerous
    Out my mind, off that angel dust
    This shit my life, I can't make it up
    This shit simple yet complex enough
    Yeah, in the meantime, I'ma keep going (keep going)
    Always a chance I won't be here in the morning
    They say "just stop, you can make it all change"
    I'm too deep, I don't know no other way
    Okay, I lied, I don't want no other way
    It's the devil that I know everyday
    Self destructing but at least I feel safe
    What's meant to be is gonna be anyway

    Sitting up six inches, smoking grim reaper
    Got a dumb bitch with me, she think I'm a keeper
    Burned out like a cigarette (burned out like a cigarette)
    All my life, feeling discontent (yeah)
    Sitting back playing with the 9 millimeter
    Wondering how did I get this blood on my sneakers?
    Burned out like a cigarette (like a cigarette)
    On top of life, feeling discontent (yeah, yeah, yeah)

    Something like a funeral everyday, for the bodies I'm dropping some- something like a funeral everyday, for the bodies I'm dropping
    Some- something like a funeral everyday, for the bodies I'm dropping
    Some- something like a funeral everyday, for the bodies I'm dropping

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