Tokyo_Freestyle
Oh you back again
I heard all my demons
Died in august
Now you laughing then
Who told you the joke
I'm tryna cop it
I keep boxing with
All the things
That don't exist like
Time and hate
As of late
I'm deep too much
Don't sleep too much
I peep too much
Like
Tell me what is what isn't
I heard if you checking for me
I'm right with the reaper homie
I just put a couple couple bands
In the finish
I don't wanna wreck it homie
Momma set the record for me
I been tripping on it
Hooked on phonics
Got a faucet
If you want it
Huh
Halo
Like a bonnet
It's problem
If we ratchet huh
We gon put the hood
On a plague
Take it back
Till we all got 40 acres
And a benze my homie
Oh you back again
I heard all my demons
Died in august
Now you laughing then
Who told you the joke
I'm tryna cop it
I keep boxing with
All the things
That don't exist
Time and hate
As of late
I'm deep too much
Don't sleep too much
I peep too much
Like
Oh you back again
Back again
All my demons demons
Died in
Now you laughing then
laughing then laughing
Don't exist Don't exist
Cop it cop it
I keep boxing with
All the things
That don't exist like
Time and hate hate
As of late
I'm deep too much
Don't sleep too much
Hate hate hate hate
Who said all your problems
Fade away like dirty denim
Lately I've been haunted
By the dockers I've been fitted
Even even as a toddler
I was never one to fit in
I just go against the grain
Risin poison to your feelings
It's a long day coming
Said my pastor
Said the ending
Then I saw the change
Like them couches we was digging
Now I pray pray make it past
The limits
They excepted
Cause I died a couple times
Before I made it here
Got me up
Till the ceiling bust
Breaking news my chanel
On the cusp
Triple C the bucks
Activist get killed for less
I'm stuck
Running out of luck
Ducking friend request
I'm losing trust
I know people that
Wish they never met em
Never seen em
If they had the chance then
I bet they probably kill em
Tell me bout it
I'm a fortune teller
Way I tell these records
Bout me sinning just to try
And make a living
That's ironic cause I died
A couple times before I made it here
Oh you back again
I heard all my demons
Died in august
Now you laughing then
Who told you the joke
I'm tryna cop it
I keep boxing with
All the things
That don't exist like
Time and hate
As of late
I'm deep too much
Don't sleep too much
I peep too much
Like
Tell me what is what isn't
I heard if you checking for me
I'm right with the reaper homie
I just put a couple couple bands
In the finish
I don't wanna wreck it homie
Momma set the record record record record
I heard all my demons
Died in august
Now you laughing then
Who told you the joke
I'm tryna cop it
I keep boxing with
All the things
That don't exist like
Time and hate
As of late
I'm deep too much
Don't sleep too much
I peep too much
Like
Tell me what is what isn't
I heard if you checking for me
I'm right with the reaper homie
I just put a couple couple bands
In the finish
I don't wanna wreck it homie
Momma set the record for me
I been tripping on it
Hooked on phonics
Got a faucet
If you want it
Huh
Halo
Like a bonnet
It's problem
If we ratchet huh
We gon put the hood
On a plague
Take it back
Till we all got 40 acres
And a benze my homie
Oh you back again
I heard all my demons
Died in august
Now you laughing then
Who told you the joke
I'm tryna cop it
I keep boxing with
All the things
That don't exist
Time and hate
As of late
I'm deep too much
Don't sleep too much
I peep too much
Like
Oh you back again
Back again
All my demons demons
Died in
Now you laughing then
laughing then laughing
Don't exist Don't exist
Cop it cop it
I keep boxing with
All the things
That don't exist like
Time and hate hate
As of late
I'm deep too much
Don't sleep too much
Hate hate hate hate
Who said all your problems
Fade away like dirty denim
Lately I've been haunted
By the dockers I've been fitted
Even even as a toddler
I was never one to fit in
I just go against the grain
Risin poison to your feelings
It's a long day coming
Said my pastor
Said the ending
Then I saw the change
Like them couches we was digging
Now I pray pray make it past
The limits
They excepted
Cause I died a couple times
Before I made it here
Got me up
Till the ceiling bust
Breaking news my chanel
On the cusp
Triple C the bucks
Activist get killed for less
I'm stuck
Running out of luck
Ducking friend request
I'm losing trust
I know people that
Wish they never met em
Never seen em
If they had the chance then
I bet they probably kill em
Tell me bout it
I'm a fortune teller
Way I tell these records
Bout me sinning just to try
And make a living
That's ironic cause I died
A couple times before I made it here
Oh you back again
I heard all my demons
Died in august
Now you laughing then
Who told you the joke
I'm tryna cop it
I keep boxing with
All the things
That don't exist like
Time and hate
As of late
I'm deep too much
Don't sleep too much
I peep too much
Like
Tell me what is what isn't
I heard if you checking for me
I'm right with the reaper homie
I just put a couple couple bands
In the finish
I don't wanna wreck it homie
Momma set the record record record record
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