Cotheanine - stories never explained
Flip a few bands, make a hundo Dreams of a mansion under the sun Saying I'm damned, corrupted soul smoking our weed, just having fun Murderer inside, breeze ain't too cold Death I provide, relight the spark Feel like a book when singing my songs The way I be speaking, preface in bold Making my stories in song, only for share The way I be thinking, know my own mold Talk all yo shit, thinking I care, tripping Don't lace what you buy, if you chasing No need to get high if you stressing The addiction is right there, creeping The depression keeping you sinking On his way there while counting the stars Every legend, trying to hide their sins he ain't supposed to work that day But he hopped in the drivers seat of the car Didn't know what was coming for him Speed down the highway, smoking his blunt His chance at surviving jumping from 100 to 1 Late at night, say around 9:45, lights blinded his eyes Rubbing them quick, hand gripped on the wheel, took a far right Slammed straight into a family of five, ended his own and Several lives His daughter, never knowing why, he had to die The news lie to the masses, flipping the page Now, she's gonna receive all of the blame Is this what being human is like? Being content with hating a child, never at fault Turning something sweet more bitter than salt She growing up, her mother a whore, that's all she learned So when she walk through the school, sniffing some coke Let everyone run through her, just for a blunt to smoke She never felt happy in life, becoming too skinny Locked herself in her room, the blade extra shiny Put it to her throat, she fell to the floor, now she draining
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Flip a few bands, make a hundo Dreams of a mansion under the sun Saying I'm damned, corrupted soul smoking our weed, just having fun Murderer inside, breeze ain't too cold Death I provide, relight the spark Feel like a book when singing my songs The way I be speaking, preface in bold Making my stories in song, only for share The way I be thinking, know my own mold Talk all yo shit, thinking I care, tripping Don't lace what you buy, if you chasing No need to get high if you stressing The addiction is right there, creeping The depression keeping you sinking On his way there while counting the stars Every legend, trying to hide their sins he ain't supposed to work that day But he hopped in the drivers seat of the car Didn't know what was coming for him Speed down the highway, smoking his blunt His chance at surviving jumping from 100 to 1 Late at night, say around 9:45, lights blinded his eyes Rubbing them quick, hand gripped on the wheel, took a far right Slammed straight into a family of five, ended his own and Several lives His daughter, never knowing why, he had to die The news lie to the masses, flipping the page Now, she's gonna receive all of the blame Is this what being human is like? Being content with hating a child, never at fault Turning something sweet more bitter than salt She growing up, her mother a whore, that's all she learned So when she walk through the school, sniffing some coke Let everyone run through her, just for a blunt to smoke She never felt happy in life, becoming too skinny Locked herself in her room, the blade extra shiny Put it to her throat, she fell to the floor, now she draining
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