4resh 2 D3ath

Ugh ugh ugh ugh
Ugh ugh ugh ugh
Ugh ugh ugh ugh
Ugh ugh ugh ugh

Ugh ugh
Fresh To death but I got no stylist
Fly as hell word to my G5
Fly as hell ion need no pilot
Ugh ugh
Georgia Peach
And she from Atlanta
Double cups of that Act Today
Spilt dat lean all in my Fanta

Walking zombie
Off those meds
Drink more champagne ugh
I'm off my head

Fight demons
Drown in my thoughts
The deep end
I could touch the walls
There closing in
Pain ain't pleasure
I'm suffering
Oh Ohh

Fighting demons
Their closing in
I know the reason
Suffering!

What would you do
If I dropped the roof?
They fake
They don't tell the truth
I spit facts in the booth
Ice my neck
I ice my tooth
Rick Owens new shoes
New Glock shoot shoot
Speedin' fast Red Coupe
I'm sharp just like saber tooth

Walking zombie
Off those meds
Drink more champagne ugh
I'm off my head

Fight demons
Drown in my thoughts
The deep end
I could touch the walls
There closing in
Pain ain't pleasure
I'm suffering
Oh Ohh

Fighting demons
Their closing in
I know the reason
Suffering!



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