Starvin

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Starvin

Verse 1 I don’t know what to say, or how to make things stay, Life ain't the same, drugs got me goin' insane. Rotting my brain, it's hard to stand, Look up, keep prayin'—I’m in quicksand. Sick of these days, but they say it’s the only way, Speedin' down the highway, runnin' from the devil’s gaze. Chorus Whatever it takes, I’ll put bread on the plate, Starvin' in this state, early hours, never late. Money’s all I rake, white pills that I take, Bitter on my tongue—now I’m on a death race. Verse 2 Hyperventilatin', damn, these pills were laced, Body drippin' cold, like I'm glued to paste. I’m tryna make it to heaven’s gate, Negativity fades, my anger dissipates. Slam demons down, face to the ground, Marijuana’s my peace, keeps me safe and sound. Chorus Whatever it takes, I’ll put bread on the plate, Starvin' in this state, early hours, never late. Money’s all I rake, white pills that I take, Bitter on my tongue—now I’m on a death race. Bridge In God I trust, I shape my fate, Work hard every day, don’t underestimate. Come home to a black briefcase, On this money chase, first place, no mistake. Outro Pick my head up, I’ll stay in control, Confidence high, no fear in my soul. Demons hunting me, tryin' to take my freedom, But I’ll rise above—I’m stronger than them, I don’t need 'em.

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Verse 1 I don’t know what to say, or how to make things stay, Life ain't the same, drugs got me goin' insane. Rotting my brain, it's hard to stand, Look up, keep prayin'—I’m in quicksand. Sick of these days, but they say it’s the only way, Speedin' down the highway, runnin' from the devil’s gaze. Chorus Whatever it takes, I’ll put bread on the plate, Starvin' in this state, early hours, never late. Money’s all I rake, white pills that I take, Bitter on my tongue—now I’m on a death race. Verse 2 Hyperventilatin', damn, these pills were laced, Body drippin' cold, like I'm glued to paste. I’m tryna make it to heaven’s gate, Negativity fades, my anger dissipates. Slam demons down, face to the ground, Marijuana’s my peace, keeps me safe and sound. Chorus Whatever it takes, I’ll put bread on the plate, Starvin' in this state, early hours, never late. Money’s all I rake, white pills that I take, Bitter on my tongue—now I’m on a death race. Bridge In God I trust, I shape my fate, Work hard every day, don’t underestimate. Come home to a black briefcase, On this money chase, first place, no mistake. Outro Pick my head up, I’ll stay in control, Confidence high, no fear in my soul. Demons hunting me, tryin' to take my freedom, But I’ll rise above—I’m stronger than them, I don’t need 'em.

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