Eddie Blake

This shit a joke, I'm running out of means to cope
Might just hit the snow, already felt the winter, cold
Incase you ain't know, my heart been frozen since the go
Laughin like it's nothin but I'm hanging by a rope

What you been exposed to, can't compare to what I'm on
Notes ain't filled with nothing but regrets and open wounds
Prolly won't be long before I give this shit up, or hit yo shit up
Or something close, just a matter of time before you slip up

Gettin by, ain't that type
Rather die, then work a 9-5
Take what's mine, if I'm lying
Then rest in peace, I'll meet the reaper with a smile, aye

Gettin by, ain't the type
Rather die, then work a 9-5
Take what's mine, if I'm lying
I'm not surprised, I wasn't shit in past lives either



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Writer(s): Darko
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