Prod. Richie Bane
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Brushing dirt off of my shoulders/

I find it hard 
Trying to maintain sober/

As days getting shorter/

The pot smoker
Feels the weathers getting colder/

Throws a sweater that reeks on/

Crushed up trees
Fucking torched in a glass bong/

Writing a sad song/

Missing my dad’s mom/


 living life like a hermit/

In my room fucking swerving/
From a pill I ate this morning/
Heard you calling out my name dawg/
Say it with some faith dawg/
Kill you with a bullet i ricocheted  
At your brain dawg/

Off the wall/
White vans/
They got your kids in em/

On call/
Dime bags
Stashed in sagged denim/

Yah


Dawg/


I’m mad over weight/
Fuck/
My gut exposing/

 ur bitch fed me cake/
I’m over dosing
On that sugar/
Snort an eight 
Leave my boogers dry/

 please don’t call my line/

DiRT (Prod. Richie Bane)

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