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Someday I will stop restraining my emotions
Nerves will collapse on the rocks like an ocean
Frozen, frozen, my heart is broken
It's strange that this is not my slogan
I sold my soul and lose control
I got hella hoes, that flow like a sauce
They stick out on me like I'm blow
I aslo heard that i read too slow
I can't eat, i can't sleep
Buried deep, deep... deeper than you think
You know I'm quick, two fucking hits
You brain will turn into chicken meat
Coke, meth, fucking stress
I'm responsible for this mess
Put the Uzi for you chest
The coming day brings you death

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Friday, driveway
I'm driving to the red light on the highway
Fuck fame, anyway
I only smoke Mary Jane
Try it again, I'll cook you brain
My whole life is a hunger game