0 DARK 30
MONARCH329 Plays
•07 Oct 2020
I grew up traumatized. Depression had me eating rations… My sister touched by a Phoenix, I saw her rise from ashes. She wear her strength on her sleeve, I sip mine out the baggage. Shout out my homies in the grips and the homies in the casket. I’ve got a lot of baggage... and still my head’s in the clouds. Puff weed by the pound, still my feet on the ground... Kid wants a lot of cabbage... I never sleep on an ounce. I’ve tried to live life loud, and still I live in my bounds. Ain’t even started rapping, the psilocybin kickin in. Ego death the death of me, a dream is what I’m living in. A throne is what I’m sitting in, the game is what I’m shitting in. Life is cursed with death, pimp the pine box I’ll be fitting in... When I’m counting sheep, arms crossed, feet dirty. Don’t skip a beat, rage til O dark thirty... When I’m counting sheep, arms crossed, feet dirty. Don’t skip a beat, rage til o dark thirty...
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I grew up traumatized. Depression had me eating rations… My sister touched by a Phoenix, I saw her rise from ashes. She wear her strength on her sleeve, I sip mine out the baggage. Shout out my homies in the grips and the homies in the casket. I’ve got a lot of baggage... and still my head’s in the clouds. Puff weed by the pound, still my feet on the ground... Kid wants a lot of cabbage... I never sleep on an ounce. I’ve tried to live life loud, and still I live in my bounds. Ain’t even started rapping, the psilocybin kickin in. Ego death the death of me, a dream is what I’m living in. A throne is what I’m sitting in, the game is what I’m shitting in. Life is cursed with death, pimp the pine box I’ll be fitting in... When I’m counting sheep, arms crossed, feet dirty. Don’t skip a beat, rage til O dark thirty... When I’m counting sheep, arms crossed, feet dirty. Don’t skip a beat, rage til o dark thirty...
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