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$carecrow - Plamen Radoslavov Raev
$carecrow - Plamen Radoslavov Raev
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$carecrow - Plamen Radoslavov Raev
$carecrow - Plamen Radoslavov Raev
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$carecrow - Plamen Radoslavov Raev
$carecrow - Plamen Radoslavov Raev
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Lyrics

Reaching for my pocket The loop in which I went broke Yet again me smoking joe Nicotine up thy envelope, hoe Need another pen Cuz I'm writing my final words Hope I made a lil' change And this ain't just a blur Cruising by crucified with the grin on my face A few stars shine bright now I'm stuck in one place I got a hundred thousand ways to escape this pain But then again, why the fuck would I change When I'm just insane Wait what- Get bucked that's just my damn luck You see me throwing up in a bucket I better duck, quick Rising from the ashes like a motherfucking bird I'm coming to fuck the world This shit do be getting worse, uh Roleplay with a bottle of Gin I wanna take my life at the bottom again I bend both my knees fucking break 'em in half The plot it changes overnight but it ain't that bad They know, they know They know, $carecrow So cold, like whoa Lay low, low low low Dropping never stopping I duck in between these bars I'm a fucking ninja turtle my cover, blow me to Mars Never doing drugs and I'm never going to Hell Now that's a buncha fucking lies Even Satan knew I was dying From inside the coffin laughing Got that blackness in my lungs Still smoking funky-looking blunts And I promise I will never give up This ain't what you wanted I'm terrorizing your planet, aye Imma bring a comet to blow up this bitch You call it Earth Light up a cig as I watch it all burning away What you gon' do about it, nothing fool Press fucking play Razor blade up in my knee This world was never meant for me $carecrow at the bottom all cold Gotta open my veins, open my brain Ooh, ooh They know a motherfucker, don't praise me Bullet ricochet from the back of my head, I'm shaking Knees weak, outta breath Wasting all my life it gotta fucking change or renovate Ooh Damn, bitch- Damn bitch wearing gold in a cold ass ditch You wanna slice my wrist, I better like that shit Another counterfeit bitch in the endless abyss I wish death on me cuz I'm fucking sick Six feed under, down below I catch you duckin' motherfucker Slippin', dead ass hoe
Writer(s): Plamen Radoslavov Raev Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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