SIC INFINIT -
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I cant feel my mind Baby, hey, I'm not crazy stressed
Lately got me feelin' heavy and it's my
Choice To drink away my friends and it's my choice
To say when this'll end
We're black and in Paris, it's 4 a.m &
Im sober, she wore a blouse made of yellow
She said, oh please hold the door sir
She had a glint in her eye
A kick in her step she had bruising on her knees
She had bruising on her neck, yeah
French bitch, rail thin she smelled of cigarettes
Red wine the stain upon her lips
A crooked smile with a yellow tint
With a yellow tint
She said, careful, boy, never let your circle drain your energy
Said, careful, boy, treat you as a God, then one day won't believe
Said, careful, boy, don't presume to trust in things you cannot see
Said, careful, boy, careful, boy, don't end up shit like me
I cant feel my mind Baby, hey, I'm not crazy stressed
Lately got me feelin' heavy and it's my
Choice To drink away my friends and it's my choice
To say when this'll end
Got a hole in my ego & and it never might be fed
Put a bullet in my heart, why not a bullet in my head
Hadnt notice all the snakes until they started with their hiss
Got a mind to grab a cleaver and start swingin' for the head
Oh, oh no, I'm lonely, when alone
There's no one left to hear now that I've sent the fuckers home
A legend without legends throwing rocks in all glass homes
Love the money, do they love me? I've got money, never know
Bow, shake the brat like a nightcap
Fleece the sheep might Somali a pirate
Wow trigger click like a pipette
We on top and you stay where you type it
Rouse, put the verse in a pyrex
At the stove bare nude with a chef hat, town
Drop a pin tryna find that
Brought gloves so at least you can fight back
Pause, well they saying he a rat man
Put a link in the chat so we can hack man
Got a logon his keys so when man goes to cheese
Im alerted by every new tap man
He a bitch and will soon be a dead man
Hackerman brought the bones and the feds in
At his door with a jar full of piss
Brought a gun and spoon
Backup quite high tech
Out my mind Baby, hey, I'm not crazy stressed
Lately got me feelin' heavy and it's my
Choice To drink away my friends and it's my choice
To say when this'll end
I cant feel my mind Baby, hey, I'm not crazy stressed
Lately got me feelin' heavy and it's my
Choice To drink away my friends and it's my choice
To say when this'll end
Lately got me feelin' heavy and it's my
Choice To drink away my friends and it's my choice
To say when this'll end
We're black and in Paris, it's 4 a.m &
Im sober, she wore a blouse made of yellow
She said, oh please hold the door sir
She had a glint in her eye
A kick in her step she had bruising on her knees
She had bruising on her neck, yeah
French bitch, rail thin she smelled of cigarettes
Red wine the stain upon her lips
A crooked smile with a yellow tint
With a yellow tint
She said, careful, boy, never let your circle drain your energy
Said, careful, boy, treat you as a God, then one day won't believe
Said, careful, boy, don't presume to trust in things you cannot see
Said, careful, boy, careful, boy, don't end up shit like me
I cant feel my mind Baby, hey, I'm not crazy stressed
Lately got me feelin' heavy and it's my
Choice To drink away my friends and it's my choice
To say when this'll end
Got a hole in my ego & and it never might be fed
Put a bullet in my heart, why not a bullet in my head
Hadnt notice all the snakes until they started with their hiss
Got a mind to grab a cleaver and start swingin' for the head
Oh, oh no, I'm lonely, when alone
There's no one left to hear now that I've sent the fuckers home
A legend without legends throwing rocks in all glass homes
Love the money, do they love me? I've got money, never know
Bow, shake the brat like a nightcap
Fleece the sheep might Somali a pirate
Wow trigger click like a pipette
We on top and you stay where you type it
Rouse, put the verse in a pyrex
At the stove bare nude with a chef hat, town
Drop a pin tryna find that
Brought gloves so at least you can fight back
Pause, well they saying he a rat man
Put a link in the chat so we can hack man
Got a logon his keys so when man goes to cheese
Im alerted by every new tap man
He a bitch and will soon be a dead man
Hackerman brought the bones and the feds in
At his door with a jar full of piss
Brought a gun and spoon
Backup quite high tech
Out my mind Baby, hey, I'm not crazy stressed
Lately got me feelin' heavy and it's my
Choice To drink away my friends and it's my choice
To say when this'll end
I cant feel my mind Baby, hey, I'm not crazy stressed
Lately got me feelin' heavy and it's my
Choice To drink away my friends and it's my choice
To say when this'll end
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