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I got demons all around me but I still don't give no fucks
I been taking upper pills the size of hockey pucks
Going stupid in the paint, drop the gloves I leave a mark
Fuck you up and squash your nose, orange sweater Bobby Clarke
I got demons all around me but I still don't give no fucks
I been taking upper pills the size of hockey pucks
Going stupid in the paint, drop the gloves I leave a mark
Fuck you up and squash your nose, orange sweater Bobby Clarke
Lost every sense
Bought everything that I could and I lost all the rest
Off of my chest get it off of my chest
Off in the head tick tok to my bed
Off with ya dress
Pick ya brain up Get walk-in ahead
Like the cops or the feds
Mom always said
Motherfuckers gonna steal from so bring another friends so you can watch em again
I don't hear you
Anybody near you
Imma show you how every body keeps trampling down the same ladder
Keeping a brother from holdin out but can't hold his own bladder
Fuckin a bitch and everybody keeps sayin it's badder
Toppling bobbling buddy why you come home what's the matter
Fuck bring it to me on a fuckin platter
Run then forget it cause it doesn't matter
Don't you know how it can't work
I throw dirt got blood on my shirt
Can see that you got hurt
Fuckin burnt
I don't try to flirt
Goin I just purge
All these words
Here I said it first
Travelin in herds
I've been here for a while
You know it cuz I've traveled many miles
Civic we come in with a revival
That fuck you shit you knew as a child
Rock on that bitch
Put a sock in that bitch
Throw you off in a ditch
Boy you soft fuckin snitch
Brother got by with a face mask
He don't wanna take that
There he fuckin goes runnin off like a bitch
No I say fuck that
Hit em with a come back
Get your fuckin hands up stop what you did
If you know what I mean
Tell me bitch I'm runnin I'm jumpin
And bitch I'm comin ain't bluffin
I'm fuckin pushin a button
Get yo ass outta here bumpin
Shit that is comin up rushin
Ya to tha open up Oveno
I'm fuckin walk-in and bakin
I'm fuckin breaking and shuvin
Yo ass out
Better break dance for you finna pass out
Homie gotcha chance now ya better cash out
Run up on your momma daddy's house because that's where you stay
Gonna give you reasons to regret getting your fucking way
Told you that I love it when you lie, so I reciprocate
Told you that I always wanna die, on the first date
Pussy motherfuckers better put up in their mouth
The butt of the beretta knock a motherfucker out
Murder my enemies then I kill myself
Got my picture frame up on your shelf
Say you want to ride with me? You better get in line
Cause they heavy on the front that I put up when I rhyme
Whatcha talkin bout I'm take mine
Won't take a seat down till it's break time
But I gotcha girl out here on FaceTime
Fuckin with the homies get up on the wait line
Wanna get real close I don't take time
But a motherfucker had it like a grapevine
Sipping on grape wine yeah we had a great time
Fuckin with you I don't have reason to be late bye
Hey don't call me out
No wait I'm falling down
Touche I'm balling out
Oh hey we're all in our
Own ways
I'm calling the police
For stopping the road ways
On top of the whole place
Go hey uh
I been taking upper pills the size of hockey pucks
Going stupid in the paint, drop the gloves I leave a mark
Fuck you up and squash your nose, orange sweater Bobby Clarke
I got demons all around me but I still don't give no fucks
I been taking upper pills the size of hockey pucks
Going stupid in the paint, drop the gloves I leave a mark
Fuck you up and squash your nose, orange sweater Bobby Clarke
Lost every sense
Bought everything that I could and I lost all the rest
Off of my chest get it off of my chest
Off in the head tick tok to my bed
Off with ya dress
Pick ya brain up Get walk-in ahead
Like the cops or the feds
Mom always said
Motherfuckers gonna steal from so bring another friends so you can watch em again
I don't hear you
Anybody near you
Imma show you how every body keeps trampling down the same ladder
Keeping a brother from holdin out but can't hold his own bladder
Fuckin a bitch and everybody keeps sayin it's badder
Toppling bobbling buddy why you come home what's the matter
Fuck bring it to me on a fuckin platter
Run then forget it cause it doesn't matter
Don't you know how it can't work
I throw dirt got blood on my shirt
Can see that you got hurt
Fuckin burnt
I don't try to flirt
Goin I just purge
All these words
Here I said it first
Travelin in herds
I've been here for a while
You know it cuz I've traveled many miles
Civic we come in with a revival
That fuck you shit you knew as a child
Rock on that bitch
Put a sock in that bitch
Throw you off in a ditch
Boy you soft fuckin snitch
Brother got by with a face mask
He don't wanna take that
There he fuckin goes runnin off like a bitch
No I say fuck that
Hit em with a come back
Get your fuckin hands up stop what you did
If you know what I mean
Tell me bitch I'm runnin I'm jumpin
And bitch I'm comin ain't bluffin
I'm fuckin pushin a button
Get yo ass outta here bumpin
Shit that is comin up rushin
Ya to tha open up Oveno
I'm fuckin walk-in and bakin
I'm fuckin breaking and shuvin
Yo ass out
Better break dance for you finna pass out
Homie gotcha chance now ya better cash out
Run up on your momma daddy's house because that's where you stay
Gonna give you reasons to regret getting your fucking way
Told you that I love it when you lie, so I reciprocate
Told you that I always wanna die, on the first date
Pussy motherfuckers better put up in their mouth
The butt of the beretta knock a motherfucker out
Murder my enemies then I kill myself
Got my picture frame up on your shelf
Say you want to ride with me? You better get in line
Cause they heavy on the front that I put up when I rhyme
Whatcha talkin bout I'm take mine
Won't take a seat down till it's break time
But I gotcha girl out here on FaceTime
Fuckin with the homies get up on the wait line
Wanna get real close I don't take time
But a motherfucker had it like a grapevine
Sipping on grape wine yeah we had a great time
Fuckin with you I don't have reason to be late bye
Hey don't call me out
No wait I'm falling down
Touche I'm balling out
Oh hey we're all in our
Own ways
I'm calling the police
For stopping the road ways
On top of the whole place
Go hey uh
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Writer(s): Kevin Lynch
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