Lyrics:hollow the all dumb fuck
ball despite my bad luck
see me with that gash tucked
dont ask why ya man cut
bitch I'm in a van stuck
creep in shows on mass drugs
blunt smoke by the gas pump
I guess that's just band stuff

I've been in the snow
Yung Ga$h got fucking froze
I sleep beneath your toes
no clips, location's fucking gross
I see no slits, you fucking pose
I flex no glitz, I want your souls
have terror fits, when I'm awoke
I stare at pics, and slice my throat hoe...

why are you still in my range? (range)
get the fuck out of my brain (brain)
times have changed but facts remain
girl me and you are not the same...

roll a blunt or tie my rope
cant hang with dope
entice my sulk
with dreams of hope
have me buying drugs to cope
overdose nobody knows
see me driving down the road
fuckin swervin cause I'm tho'd
pour the double cup and gulp
buying grave plots by the bulk
cauterize my cuts with salt
see me drippin when I stalk
get my body lined with chalk
all you bitches do is talk
i been sippin more than malt
hara kiri be the cult hoe

how do I rewind?
help me turn back time
I cant help but think I'm blind
oblivious to what you try
you hope I burn in pits and fry
there's nothing left the old me died
come take what you want and let me cry
lil bitch take a chance and look inside aye

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