Percs n Suicide

I just pop these perc's and think of suicide
With a mask on in broad day
That how he like to hide
When you stuck inside yo mind
No one hears you cry
Smoking you and this wood to the face
Now we hell a high

Smoke inside my lungs
I get quiet off that loud
Pop a x for breakfast
Hit some Z's as I went down
Cut on top my eye
Soon you'll see
I'll make you proud
I know that he told
Cause he stopped coming around

United my steppers
Why my bitch act extra
Don't try me bitch cuz I'm him
I am not one you fellas
He Talked loud now he impaired
Call him Hellen Keller
I wouldn't kill my dawg
But do you like you old yeller

No I don't play no instruments
But this drum got an extension
Everyday say my grace
You should too if you seek heaven
No we don't fuck with no twelve
I'd rather be eleven (TIMO



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Writer(s): Jubilee Emojong
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