Oh No
What do I see
The house that I built burns down in front of me
I don't know if I care
What can I do but get the hell outta there 

Somewhere out on the street    
Rather be dead than become obsolete
Pick up one or two shifts
Company time cant pay me to give a shit

I'd rather be inside my room
Thats what I tell myself
When I don't want to face the truth
Too easy to give up
When all you wanna do is

Slip  into stable sedition
Give up and drop out
Cause it's a war of attrition
There's only one way out
So when you're feeling sad
Over friends you used to have
Don't let nobody find out        

There's a CCTV
Lookin at you through a wire that connects to me
Latch Key
We were 18
House to ourselves     and a 
Half an oz. of brick weed

Back then, it was so chic
Skip a few meals
Midnights on the city streets
I go 
There in my dreams
Now it's all over
Please give it back to me

I'd rather be somewhere with you
Your face illuminated by the light
Of somewhere else's moons
Somehow the earth forgot you
And we're all trying not to     

Slip  into stable sedition
Give up and drop out
Cause it's a war of attrition
There's only one way out
So when you're feeling sad
Over friends you used to have
Don't let nobody find out

War Of Attrition

Trash 2

summertime (stay inside)

black ops

no funeral

grow up

niggative xp vs gjallarfaggot who the most gay ass nigga

I'm a schemer boy, I'm a dreamer boy
I love a girl that don't even fuckin' need a boy
Baby, I'm a beamer boy, need a beamer boy
I want a Z3, that's a two-seater, boy
I pull my cash-out, shorty pass out
Take her ass out, then I spaz out
Okay, yeah, I hit that, shorty, get back
I got death notes, where my list at?

I want it now, wanna sing
I don’t know anything
I don’t care, I don’t care
I don’t wanna cut my hair

Yeah, I'm in my zone now, I put my phone down
I'm on my own now, I'm on my own now
She wanna go down on a real one
I hit Olof like, "What's the deal, bro?"
See me doin' shows now, I'm a pro now
I got hoes now, I got some dough now
But they don't wanna hear that, they want that real shit
They want that drug talk, that I can't feel shit

Buy a gun, buy me weed
What else more could one man need?
I don’t judge, I don’t judge
Now my head is full of sludge

I'm never comin' home now, all alone now
Can't let my bros down, can't let my bros down
I feel like I'm a no one, that's what they told me
I'ma show ya, I was chosen, ayy

beamer boy x molly

80 bucks and I'm strapped up now
Laser sight in the dark pointin' you out
9 millimeter yeah that's the title 
Give a fuck if I'm suicidal
I won't be here in a while

Kickin' ass yeah
With my Hi-Point
Huffin' spraypaint
With my Hi-Point

In my waistband 
Is my Hi-Point
I got nine rounds
To prove my point

My life is nothing but problems
And I got some something to solve 'em
Don't give me no fucking revolver
Hi-point is my problem solver
It was only 80 dollars

Do a kickflip
With my Hi-Point
Cough syrup
And my Hi-Point

In my waistband 
Is my Hi-Point
I got nine rounds
To prove my point
Girl don't touch my Hi-Point

My body was made for the tomb
Ever since I was in the womb
Gun violence, that's what I crave
I'm on a skateboard straight to the grave
Cuz all I do is misbehave

Do a drive-by
With my Hi-Point
No survivors
With my Hi-Point

To my forehead
Is my Hi-Point
I got one round 
To prove my point

Life Is But a Dream

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