D!E
Punch him in his face Punch him in his face
Punch him in his face Punch him in his face
Punch him in his face Punch him in his face
Punch him in his face if he look at me sideways
Fuck the back I'm going through the front
Smoking hella blunts
Popping shit I'm getting high as shit
My mind is too lit
Brace myself I'm finna brace myself
I'm finna get hit
Brace myself I'm finna brace myself
I'm sick and tired of this
I'd rather die than be sad 'bout a bitch
Cause she wasn't my bitch I guess it was my turn
Deep in my thoughts with no mask on my face
Breaking down in the mist of my black indigo
Running from it like I run from myself in the back of my mind
Bitch I'm killing myself
Purging my body with knives from the store
Just to wake myself up from this nightmare I made
He talking shit so I said who I am and I showed him my wrist
Then I showed him my fist
Dodging emotions of people I hurt just to get where I am
Just to dodge it some more
Smoking the saints from the herbs of the earth
It's not taking effect just to have some' to do
Biting my lips cause I can't hold my tongue
When a bitch nigga talking about what he'll do
Punch him in his face Punch him in his face
Punch him in his face Punch him in his face
Punch him in his face Punch him in his face
Punch him in his face if he look at me sideways
Punch him in his face Punch him in his face
Punch him in his face Punch him in his face
Punch him in his face Punch him in his face
Punch him in his face if he look at me sideways
Punch him in his face Punch him in his face
Punch him in his face Punch him in his face
Punch him in his face if he look at me sideways
Fuck the back I'm going through the front
Smoking hella blunts
Popping shit I'm getting high as shit
My mind is too lit
Brace myself I'm finna brace myself
I'm finna get hit
Brace myself I'm finna brace myself
I'm sick and tired of this
I'd rather die than be sad 'bout a bitch
Cause she wasn't my bitch I guess it was my turn
Deep in my thoughts with no mask on my face
Breaking down in the mist of my black indigo
Running from it like I run from myself in the back of my mind
Bitch I'm killing myself
Purging my body with knives from the store
Just to wake myself up from this nightmare I made
He talking shit so I said who I am and I showed him my wrist
Then I showed him my fist
Dodging emotions of people I hurt just to get where I am
Just to dodge it some more
Smoking the saints from the herbs of the earth
It's not taking effect just to have some' to do
Biting my lips cause I can't hold my tongue
When a bitch nigga talking about what he'll do
Punch him in his face Punch him in his face
Punch him in his face Punch him in his face
Punch him in his face Punch him in his face
Punch him in his face if he look at me sideways
Punch him in his face Punch him in his face
Punch him in his face Punch him in his face
Punch him in his face Punch him in his face
Punch him in his face if he look at me sideways
Credits
Writer(s): Rokyron Ashford
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