Sumthings wrong
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•24 Jul 2020
H-A-T-E- fake L-O-V-E- thats all i C-E gotta smoke a whole gang of weed got hyper active tendencies i stay woke off psychedelics like sillacyben better yet DMT i truely doubt that you'll ever get as high as me bet you still using ur eyes to see probably believe in the sacrifice thinking you gots to die to be free i got tired of tryin to be me feelin like i couldn't breath lost in the confusion mezmerized by disbelief ill fight and die a thousand deaths b4 i ever bow down in defeat 4 yrs old i's gettin kicked in the teef TIME I TURNED. 7. you know i's a straight fukin beast KNOCKIN MUTHAFUKAS DOWN STILL AINT SHIT TO ME ITS LIVE OR DIE WHEN YOU IN THESE STREETS BLUD AND TEARS MIX EVERYTIME I CRY IN THESE STREETS im rockin 300 dollar jays on my feet now days people barely make that BACK in a week buT NIKKAS LIKE ME be out there rippin the street THE PEOPLES THE ONES TRIPPIN TO ME i constantly toss and turn in my sleep bad dreams from back in the day when i used to get beat wut you sow so shall you reap now thats deep lifes a slippery slope the edge of death is steap we get closer to dying everytime our heart beat this whole shit started out 420 star st. it was all jus one big party botels of jose quervo and bacardie slide ON THE SPOT bartender ALREADY KNOW NOT to card me
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H-A-T-E- fake L-O-V-E- thats all i C-E gotta smoke a whole gang of weed got hyper active tendencies i stay woke off psychedelics like sillacyben better yet DMT i truely doubt that you'll ever get as high as me bet you still using ur eyes to see probably believe in the sacrifice thinking you gots to die to be free i got tired of tryin to be me feelin like i couldn't breath lost in the confusion mezmerized by disbelief ill fight and die a thousand deaths b4 i ever bow down in defeat 4 yrs old i's gettin kicked in the teef TIME I TURNED. 7. you know i's a straight fukin beast KNOCKIN MUTHAFUKAS DOWN STILL AINT SHIT TO ME ITS LIVE OR DIE WHEN YOU IN THESE STREETS BLUD AND TEARS MIX EVERYTIME I CRY IN THESE STREETS im rockin 300 dollar jays on my feet now days people barely make that BACK in a week buT NIKKAS LIKE ME be out there rippin the street THE PEOPLES THE ONES TRIPPIN TO ME i constantly toss and turn in my sleep bad dreams from back in the day when i used to get beat wut you sow so shall you reap now thats deep lifes a slippery slope the edge of death is steap we get closer to dying everytime our heart beat this whole shit started out 420 star st. it was all jus one big party botels of jose quervo and bacardie slide ON THE SPOT bartender ALREADY KNOW NOT to card me
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