head to toe, racing to my pocket
dicey, so's my pain
I might sound vicious when I talk
I still see my play
head to toe, racing to my pocket
icy, so's my cane
I might sound vicious when I talk
I still see my plug

I've been sick, flu, face is fucking sore
I'm something, born with it
I've been sinful, faces were my start
go be someone run with it
I've been sick, flu, faces in my car
it's hard everyday, at least the sun's out
I've been sinful, flashes in my blood
100 times, 20 crimes, beast side

I'm in some oasis to a wav
I spin around my fade

I've been losing surface in my brain
bitch I'm insane I'm insane
I hear different voices when I talk
I still run a pack
I have separate straps wet when I tuck
synched up around my fray

I've been so flaked, flex, it's in my vox
on two cots
bet his wife links through my phone, trip when he walk
on each side, hundred chips, lift twenty bags
sitting on weights I still can't pass
didn't get convict, 20 minute flights have weighed us up

about to make them afraid of a tablet, tap fit a benzo
can I get a SadBoy's psalm (drain)
feel like Carson, stained with it
fly, fitted tie, feel like tarzan
say it again (fug)

I don't want to die fist high for my cases, time for the big .45
I don't want to say it I've been thrown to the wolves

I feel sick sick sick
I'm a flake flake flake
send it, 666 bitch

run it like a tape deck
no time for the cats that I visit
hang time, feeling grateful I fizz it
cops outside for the cake, for the visa 

I don't want to hear about shit 
I don't want to hear about this
I don't want to hear about nothing 
aim for the face when I'm waving something
puffing on my flick

I raised myself I'm feeling fine
bitch where you at, where you at, I'll call right back
wasting my life, bitch where you at, where you at, where you at
(move) wait inside

I've been sick, blue faces in my pocket
henny, snuff, puff, weed and coke
funny, tint blue aces are my topic
I might chop off every cut

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