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I been stumbling my way through life
Holding onto things that I know will die
Say she wanna fuck, but I can't think, let alone even try
Knife creeping on your flesh, baby, tell me if you even really feel alive

Drank too much, text you, bitch, I'm boutta slide
Blood is pouring out, steel exposing your insides
Walking 'round neurotic, always think I'm gonna die
Beartrap on my head, got me ripping out my eyes
Soldered wounds shut, bitch, I'll make sure I survive
Cold case, cut throat, locked up in the basement
Lungs are filled with asbestos, I messed up
Blade deep in your body, feel your breath choke

Spirits in these walls when you're here, know they won't come around
Trauma flooding back, used to being told, "Don't make a sound"
Face down on the ground with my hands up
Watch your final breath through the screen of my camera
Left to die, you know you'll never find your way back home
Buried underneath years of snow, bones are growing cold
Know we die alone
But I still need something with you, got something to prove

I been stumbling my way through life
Holding onto things that I know will die
Say she wanna fuck, but I can't think, let alone even try
Knife creeping on your flesh, baby, tell me if you even really feel alive


Drank too much, text you, bitch, I'm boutta slide
Blood is pouring out, steel exposing your insides
Walking 'round neurotic, always think I'm gonna die
Beartrap on my head, got me ripping out my eyes
Soldered wounds shut, bitch, I'll make sure I survive
Cold case, cut throat, locked up in the basement
Lungs are filled with asbestos, I messed up
Blade deep in your body, feel your breath choke

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never fold p dumb

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28/7/23

@heyvelli
@santytg
@isaiahsxx
@prod-octo
@1bmud

velli + santytg - deep [isaiahsxx + octo + bmud]

Huh, yeah, goin' crazy in this bitch
And they think that a young nigga slow
Pour up my pour and I roll up my dope
Hit up Fairfax finna catch a right ho
Puffin' on dro got a nigga eyes low
Can't put yo' ass on, you ain't one my bro
Can't put yo' ass on, you ain't one of my folks
And the hoes and the cars and the clothes and the Benz and Rolls ain't nothin' (Ain't nothin')
And the two-tone AP froze on the wrist with the rose ain't nothin' (Ain't nothin')
Instagram hoes ain't nothin' (Nope)
Instagram posts ain't nothin'
Thinking yo' bitch on lock, lil' boy, she fuckin'
Dirty lil' whore, she love it
Think you gon' do something 'bout that bitch, you buggin'
Nigga gon' whack yo' muffin, go ahead, call my bluff
Hundred racks in the zip, I'ma fuck around, put a bag on a bitch
Goin' fast in the whip, in the passenger, got a nat, give me lip
Smokin' gas out the zip and I'm pourin' the lemonade in the mix
Got the bae doin' tricks on my dick, it's a parade in my city (Go)
Hate but they broke, I don't get it, fuck her, she probably regret it
Jayden be off the beans, oh, Chase, he be off the Venom
Hundred racks sittin' in the Phantom, bag on my head like bandana
These niggas burnt like a candle, huh, ball like I'm Julius Randle
Don't you tell me what you seen or heard a nigga doin'
I got rich, I'm tryna put on my bruddas, I ain't there yet
Kate want me to die, hah, stupid bitch, I ain't dead yet
I get them bricks from Fedex and I bag 'em up and sell 'em
And I can't even lie and say that I never needed you
When I was down I needed you, honestly, I was feelin' you
Now they come back, want some shit, Niggas so flaw, cut 'em off quick
I done went up, I'm proud of my wrist
I'm proud of my hoes, I'm proud of my bitches
Huh, yeah, goin' crazy in this bitch
And they think that a young nigga slow
Pour up my pour and I roll up my dope
Hit up Fairfax finna catch a right ho
Puffin' on dro got a nigga eyes low
Can't put yo' ass on, you ain't one my bro
Can't put yo' ass on, you ain't one of my folks
And the hoes and the cars
And the clothes and the Benz and Rolls ain't nothin' (Ain't nothin')
And the two-tone AP froze on the wrist
With the rose ain't nothin' (Ain't nothin')
Instagram hoes ain't nothin' (Nope)
Instagram posts ain't nothin'
Thinking yo' bitch on lock, lil' boy, she fuckin'
Dirty lil' whore, she love it
Think you gon' do something 'bout that bitch, you buggin'
Nigga gon' whack yo' muffin, go ahead, call my bluff

november first

xtc

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