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    3 AM drinking with this pistol on my lap
    Six medications
    Guess there ain’t no fixing that
    It's that broken mother fucker
    Knuckling till I relapse
    If I die they might cry till they inherit my stacks
    Cold fucking world
    Tell me what’s the word?
    Only time I speak my heart is when the message come out slurred
    People pleasing
    Always eager to fix a motherfuckers problems
    Leave me at the bottom
    More comfortable with gomorrah and sodom
    I chew on fent and rot my teeth
    All for moments of peace and slow heart beats
    Got offered a God I dissed
    Who gon save me?
    All I could do was laugh and say: C'est la vie
    Woe is me I know you get the picture
    This type of pain will earn you seven figures
    Check my DNA my RNA come with predictors
    This shit is scripture and for what I got there’s no elixirs
    Feel like I'm not enough
    Find myself playing my dad like Honey Boy and Shia LeBeouf
    My mama crying as she watch the clock
    Text my bro I love him even though he got my number blocked
    I would give up everything to see my brothers clean
    No second thoughts
    It's fuck the cost or take me
    Leave 'em be
    Take my money
    Say you love me even if it's lies
    That connections so depressing but it's all I got

    When I die just play this fuckin song
    I was never meant for this been torture just to carry on
    Couple coupes, lotta zeroes, and a couple homes
    None of it did shit for me
    Cock the pistol now I'm-

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    Head in the clouds
    It looks like it might rain again
    Always holding back tears
    It's how I manage to pay the rent
    Pay the bills
    Place the bet so I don't have to chase the check
    Verified through $UICIDE
    The glitz and glamour came and went
    Wash my fucking soul and still that one stain is kept
    I just wanna be loved
    The root of all my pain except the type that come with age
    In death I can finally lay and rest
    I'm owed a little peace and I'm ready to erase the debt
    I never planned on showing the world the face that hides behind the mask
    I always thought the last thing I would hear would be the gun's blast
    Filling the black hole in my chest with sex and drugs but it never lasts
    It never lasts
    Shit
    Two years ago big pharma should've just cashed me out
    Now I got a deviated septum
    I'ma just rat me out
    Pat me down
    Ask me how I'm still depressed
    All they see is my set
    All they see is lack of debt
    All they see is what they wanna see
    Calling me a wanna be
    I don't wanna be in misery
    Exit the pharmacy
    Get a girl I wanna see
    I wanna see how hard I bleed when she rips out my fucking heart
    Enter the pharmacy
    I'm a private person and take pride in my verses
    Fuck your whole opinion
    I don't care if it worsens
    I'll ruin my reputation and make sure it's on purpose
    Fuck this shit

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    Composición: Scott Arceneaux Jr. y Aristos Petrou

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