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whow Okay, tis like that tis like that tis like that whow I'm the typa brother that come in when there is a mission, skip the intermission, I am ready for this shit n', 9 times out of 10, I tell you I'm the king n', one time out of ten I battle fictitious depression, deep in the water, I'm swimming, swimming I caught a, a demon, demeaning all the achievements, all that I alss a, a season, all better own up, I'm beaming y'all better caught up, I'm lit'n all metaphors up, I'm feinding all that these bars are just screaming RIGHT! it doesn't matter no more, put all these hoe's in a hole, and just close it up, filled with malt liquor n' drown em all. lit it in fire and burn em all off a cliff, jeranemo! mh Yeah, Jeranemo! ju run em over? You did it over? with a range rover? I guess it's over, turn over, new pages, flip the script, turn it back turn it back turn it back run it back run it back run it back running man running man running man yeah turn it back turn it back turn it back run it back run it back run it back running man running man running man yeah, I've been running from this since, I was a child, childish I know but I cannot face all of my problems; anxiety calls facing problems, a problem. well thats my problem and probably probbing my throbbing head in her eusophegus, soft n' limp was my walk as I bugged out of the dream state, real stakes matter when masks won't filter my ill, sinister, deminour that ministers won't feel, because they failed to minister, just telling me to chill, it is the, must be the, could be the pills, keep popping them and you'll turn into an ill, sinister, deminour that ministers won't feel, because they failed to minister, just telling me to chill, it is the, must be the, could be the pills, keep popping them and you'll turn into an ill, sinister, deminour that ministers won't feel... damn, repeating cycles, it never ends just like Travis (it's lit) got it wrong, once, and once again bleh! it's over y'all go home let the beat rock
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whow Okay, tis like that tis like that tis like that whow I'm the typa brother that come in when there is a mission, skip the intermission, I am ready for this shit n', 9 times out of 10, I tell you I'm the king n', one time out of ten I battle fictitious depression, deep in the water, I'm swimming, swimming I caught a, a demon, demeaning all the achievements, all that I alss a, a season, all better own up, I'm beaming y'all better caught up, I'm lit'n all metaphors up, I'm feinding all that these bars are just screaming RIGHT! it doesn't matter no more, put all these hoe's in a hole, and just close it up, filled with malt liquor n' drown em all. lit it in fire and burn em all off a cliff, jeranemo! mh Yeah, Jeranemo! ju run em over? You did it over? with a range rover? I guess it's over, turn over, new pages, flip the script, turn it back turn it back turn it back run it back run it back run it back running man running man running man yeah turn it back turn it back turn it back run it back run it back run it back running man running man running man yeah, I've been running from this since, I was a child, childish I know but I cannot face all of my problems; anxiety calls facing problems, a problem. well thats my problem and probably probbing my throbbing head in her eusophegus, soft n' limp was my walk as I bugged out of the dream state, real stakes matter when masks won't filter my ill, sinister, deminour that ministers won't feel, because they failed to minister, just telling me to chill, it is the, must be the, could be the pills, keep popping them and you'll turn into an ill, sinister, deminour that ministers won't feel, because they failed to minister, just telling me to chill, it is the, must be the, could be the pills, keep popping them and you'll turn into an ill, sinister, deminour that ministers won't feel... damn, repeating cycles, it never ends just like Travis (it's lit) got it wrong, once, and once again bleh! it's over y'all go home let the beat rock