STREET/JUNKiE
Yeah
Okay, uh
Put a human to the pen
Make them write all their feelings and their sins
Cut 'em up and make amends
Because the dope void and the pressure's cavin' in
You're trapped now, you got voices screamin' in your head
And all you wanna do is blow your brains out
But you don't because you think there's another way out
You're puzzled by the way this world is laid out
Your uncle got blasted for a bitch
And you ask yourself is this the way you wanna go out
Now find your way out, you fucking street junkie
You posted on the street and doin' drugs
Until your fucking arms pumpin'
You say it's not enough because
Your heart is still fucking hurtin'
And you certain that this isn't the
Fucking way you want your head to be workin'
You nervous?
About my penmanship, I write in cursive inside the death note
So I can have a mass of corpses, lined up
Thinkin' when they find me dead, they'll shut the fuck up
Thinkin' that my aura's dead, it'll never die, bruh
Thinkin' about these kids and makin' me stay alive, bruh
Helpin' them until my time's up, I'm out of time, huh
Clocks tickin' down, now detonate and blow like a bomb, bruh
Osama, try to sign me to Al-Qaeda
Fuck that, I was a rugrat waking up to the rugrats
Remember that, way back when I had killed a stray cat
Fuck it, I'm tired of explaining life into this boombap
Okay, uh
Put a human to the pen
Make them write all their feelings and their sins
Cut 'em up and make amends
Because the dope void and the pressure's cavin' in
You're trapped now, you got voices screamin' in your head
And all you wanna do is blow your brains out
But you don't because you think there's another way out
You're puzzled by the way this world is laid out
Your uncle got blasted for a bitch
And you ask yourself is this the way you wanna go out
Now find your way out, you fucking street junkie
You posted on the street and doin' drugs
Until your fucking arms pumpin'
You say it's not enough because
Your heart is still fucking hurtin'
And you certain that this isn't the
Fucking way you want your head to be workin'
You nervous?
About my penmanship, I write in cursive inside the death note
So I can have a mass of corpses, lined up
Thinkin' when they find me dead, they'll shut the fuck up
Thinkin' that my aura's dead, it'll never die, bruh
Thinkin' about these kids and makin' me stay alive, bruh
Helpin' them until my time's up, I'm out of time, huh
Clocks tickin' down, now detonate and blow like a bomb, bruh
Osama, try to sign me to Al-Qaeda
Fuck that, I was a rugrat waking up to the rugrats
Remember that, way back when I had killed a stray cat
Fuck it, I'm tired of explaining life into this boombap
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Writer(s): Slutty Sonny
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