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The Ladies, really hate me, I don't need em, I don't blame em I stay painting, Rearranging Calligraphy, then I create Raising the stakes Bills in the gate Men start to cave Shattered the vase Take a hatchet to face Your no match, I light the cake She see me in the streets, ghosted her call, and she look aggravated Screaming causing a scene, i'm not getting, Vaccinated I'm a road runner, coyotes in one place Fell in the trap, cap, housing the passes in one play I gotta feeling Got A feeling A feeling I can't deal with Appeal to you, healing my sickness Before wrist slits with my wristlet Liquid blood is drippen, I'm Loving it, kinda sickening, Isn't it, but it's written Thick, in ink, pencil sticks Gifted like christmas, yes sir Prophecy it ain't a novelty, no sir Obviously Your mind is in poverty Depressing, It's gotta be Satan stealing your soul a robbery, The properties to heaven like winning the lottery Eyes started watering, no inequality, its perfect Shocking, Boy but thats my god Meals eating my teeth connive I'm shielding from mortified But I'm kneeling cause he provides Testify but then you decide So I, Pursue the passion To escape the madness I'm Breaking Habits But I got things that I established Hit a bump, sweat drippen My body is pale and stiff Thump Thump Thump That's the visions, a curse Or is it a gift Took a Hiatus from my shifts Lost my way, it sunk my ship Didn't even take a sip but I popped whiff I Noticed that your mentally ill You're poppin pills, gaping holes in your brain An orangutan, then your killed I Provoked a wildabeast, and i lived I'm feasting krill, like a whale Ain't just living for the thrill Different league that I done built Kill off demons got the shield I'm captain he prevailed Lucifer boy you done failed Boxed in a shell i know your jailed You locked up in the burning cell Of hell, broke out the shell Jesus stomps on Satan Rhianna Chris Brown
Writer(s): Reese Bonneau Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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