STREET/JUNKIE/slutty sonny cover
put a human to the pen make them write all their feelings and their sins cut em open make amends because the dope void and the pressures caving in your trapped now you got voices screaming in yo head and all you wanna do is blow yo brains out but you don't because you think there's another way out your puzzled by the way this world is laid your uncle got blasted for a bi*ch and you ask your self is the way out now find your way out you fu*king street junkie your posted on the streets and doing drugs until your arms pumpin you say it's not enough because your heart is still fu*king hurting and your certain that this isn't the way you want your head to be working you nervous about my penmanship I write in cursive lines inside the death note so I can have masses of corpses lined up thinkin when they find me dead they'll shut the fu*k up thinking that my auras dead ill never die bruh thinking about these kids is makin me stay alive bruh helping them until my times up I'm out of time huh clocks tickin down I'm detonating blow like a bomb bruh Osama Tryna sign me to al qaeda fu*k that I was waking up the the rug rats remember that way back when I had killed a stay cat fu*k it tired of explaining life into this boom bap
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put a human to the pen make them write all their feelings and their sins cut em open make amends because the dope void and the pressures caving in your trapped now you got voices screaming in yo head and all you wanna do is blow yo brains out but you don't because you think there's another way out your puzzled by the way this world is laid your uncle got blasted for a bi*ch and you ask your self is the way out now find your way out you fu*king street junkie your posted on the streets and doing drugs until your arms pumpin you say it's not enough because your heart is still fu*king hurting and your certain that this isn't the way you want your head to be working you nervous about my penmanship I write in cursive lines inside the death note so I can have masses of corpses lined up thinkin when they find me dead they'll shut the fu*k up thinking that my auras dead ill never die bruh thinking about these kids is makin me stay alive bruh helping them until my times up I'm out of time huh clocks tickin down I'm detonating blow like a bomb bruh Osama Tryna sign me to al qaeda fu*k that I was waking up the the rug rats remember that way back when I had killed a stay cat fu*k it tired of explaining life into this boom bap
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