Throwaways That Cannot Be Thrown

Album Name In Works

Children of Salem

i hope you hate this


LYRICS:

Hoe i'm feeling just fine off the psylocibe.
Don't be crying, bitch. That fucking mind just ain't open as mine.
A while back I gave a fuck eventually it had to go.
scrambling dollars for polar pops and smokin Optimo's.

Never catch me at the clubhouse when the suns out, I prove wrong, y'all guns out, can't solve shit, i'm done now, no contest, make no sound, pull glocks out, get laid down, you bitch made, don't stand ground, no sympathy, put your hands down.

Nonsensical violence, massacre, holy water.
Holy father, let another gaudy slaughter fully conquer.
Did you ever have a mother or a father who would sit you down and tell you what was up while being truly honest? 
(No.)
No I'm sorry you were cheated. Life been moving faster than a cheetah rocking brand new Adidas off 100,000 amphetamines acting like he's jesus, you know that you don't want it but you gotta preach it.



I've been feeling like a prophet when i'm off it, I done settled all my problems, ain't got shit inside my closet, steady smoking on a rocket-ship a pound and flip the profit, walking, talking, smoking ganja, got a lot up in my pockets.

Ain't you gon' be dead soon?, probably.
7 gram cone bitch i feel like Jared Bogni
 -  I'm hopeless but my quantity growing, we got that quality potent, we call it global, and your baby mama know it.

Show me a local with the same skills,
and i'll show you a Pasco County pussy that don't pop pills.
Oh, and I ain't never sniffed a line still, never tryna be a bitch who aint gon' feel the way he feel.

And if you do it pussy, do it. I won't stick around.
Flip the fucking Nike logo upside down, and smoke a port with your new plug, we smoking on a paystub, you know that I don't say much, just praying that i wake up.

TOMMO

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