Pheelin Phonky Might Delete Later

Bitch I'm up, ain't no fuckin' lame
In me, I don't give a fuck bout what you say
You don't want no problem, walk the fuck away
I'm that motherfucker running round with tons of holes up in is fuckin' brain
All I gotta say bout that is fuck cocaine
Fuckin' ain't got time, but, what I got the time for?
I don't even know cause I been living with my eyes closed
Why is all you pussies always coming round to whine, though
Got my Lil boo thang with me, so I don't need no side hoes
Fuck you think I'm rhyming for?
My life just a running joke
All I ever wanted was a rope above my fuckin' throne
All y'all watching while I drown in vodka like some Russian folk
All y'all laughing while I tie this knot around my fuckin' throat
Fuck it though, bitch I don't, care about no fuckin' hoe
I don't even want y'all in my circle 'cept my fuckin' scope
I don't know, why I go
Give myself more fuckin' hope
Cause I know, I'ma just keep going till I overdose, and suicide



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Writer(s): Christian Mueller
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