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I'll be 20 next year, but I dress like I'm old
Sitting down 12 hours, I could swear I'm growing mold
Kraft macaroni cooking up on the stove
I got no where else to be, but I'll say I gotta go
Everytime she tells me I should stay some more
I don't see no drugs, so, fuck it, I gotta go
Gotta go, gotta go, I gotta go
Not a single hour lately I don't wanna roll
Not a single meal I wouldn't finish with a smoke
Never touch a bogie, and I put that on my soul
But I light so many woods, it's like a bought a pack of smokes
Like I bought a pack of newports
Living life like it's a crash course
Living life like there's a second try
I know you will, but I don't think I'll die
So I'm giving everything a try
Where'd you get it? And how much it cost?
How much of it cause an overdose
I don't wanna die, but I'll get close
How much of it gonna numb my soul
Intense emotion make me curl my toes
Fuck love, I feel it getting old

I'll be 20 next year, but I feel like I'm dead
I look like I'm 12, and my hair is a mess
Flip the stack just like a tech deck
I ain't smoking gas, but if I did it would be septic
I'm fuckin balling, they trying to intercept it
They just get crossed up like an intersection
Y'all my sons like I broke the contraceptive
She lacking vitiman D, so she swallowed my erection
Must be my aesthetic
Shawty, give me neck, but it feel like anesthetic
I can't feel my chest, shit
My heart beating fast, think it's cardiac arrest, bitch
Whoa, big words, think I need a dictionary
Words inducing images, but this ain't pictionary
Write in the morning, record in the evening
Day in the life, but I breathe for no reason
And, by the way, girl, I gotta go
I just get inspired from the feeling of your throat
Plus, it's cold out, I think I see some snow
Hopefully it sticks so I can stay inside alone
How much of it gonna numb my soul
Intense emotion make me curl my toes



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Writer(s): Morgan William Murphy
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