Prod by @ehrboyla

[lyrics]
Running from myself I don't know how much longer I can run
Been in this race for over twenty years
But it feels like the race has just begun
With my old shoes, I'm about to sing the blues
I got things I want to do, but I'll only hit the snooze

So tell me why
Do I feel like this inside
It's all the time
Pray for a day where I won't wake up
If I feel joy then I'll be starstruck
But I probably won't for a while and that's just my luck
I'm a hopeless fuck
Dead beat, incomplete
With myself I can't compete
I don't know myself and how I work
So I cross my arms and pray to the dirt
Why you sad-sad
Bitch I've never been glad-glad
Remember when I made my dad-mad
That's something that you won't understand
I get it
That I'm stuck feeling shit
But then I found the music like this gotta be it

Running from myself I don't know how much longer I can run
Been in this race for over twenty years
But it feels like the race has just begun
With my old shoes, I'm about to sing the blues
I got things I want to do, but I'll only hit the snooze
Running from myself I don't know how much longer I can run
Been in this race for over twenty years
But it feels like the race has just begun
With my old shoes, I'm about to sing the blues
I got things I want to do, but I'll only hit the snooze

RunningFromMySadSelf (Prod EHRBOYLA)

VICTIM COMPLEX (PROD. SPHYNX)

[Lyrics]

(Hook)

Fuck boy, grip a pole, you ain’t gonna let it off
Sheep slayer, say your prayers, jesus brought the holocaust
Imma let the red river run and leave the pavement glossed
Asking for the price of his life, it’s what the holocaust (x2)

(Verse)

Bodies hit the floor when jesus need to pour a fucking cup
Never go to church, my faith is in the glock I fucking trust
Taking nine lives with the nine when I let it bust
Tripping off a strip I eat the shrooms as well to level up
Speak up 
Tweaker
Got you on your knees begging please to the G not to leave you cheesed up 
Breathe
Breathe 
Imma make you bleed
I’m a one man army, no swiss, this steal ain’t cheap

Hit the floor
Make em hit the floor
When the ammo go
Chopper on my hip that’s holding tits it let the corpses roll (x2)

Double D’s with the 223’s make your body fold
Pull up to the funeral to make sure that the casket closed
Brought a burner to the church and burn the mass to ash for sure
Imma turn your whining into blood and leave the altar soaked


(Hook)

Fuck boy, grip a pole, you ain’t gonna let it off
Sheep slayer, say your prayers, jesus brought the holocaust
Imma let the red river run and leave the pavement glossed
Asking for the price of his life, it’s what the holocaust (x2)

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IfThisIsMyGrave,ImaKeepDiggingIt | PROD WILLIE G |

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RunningFromMySadSelf (Prod EHRBOYLA)

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