СТРИПУХА - YUNG FIMOZ

eat a dick

on my soul these days been the same
fighting my brain im going insane
its too damn late for change
im in the trackhawk switchin dem lanes
imma give myself a halo
fucked up nigga this the life i chose
im wit 2400 my bros
shawty so bad her neck on froze
i got too much respect for my twin
i jus cant do that shit to my bro
dont know why i feel dis way
swear to god i feel so broke
ian posed to have no feelings
twin got the ar jump out the ceiling
heart hurt so bad need healing
they see my pain they cant even feel it
5am im in the stu just talkin bout u
twin got the blick if i tell him to shoot he shoot
by myself imma just ball 
im wit rage standin tall
to u my problems small 
spendin racks at the mall
got love for u girl das all
girl u my twin like gravity falls
if im gone who the fuck u gon call
for everyone ill give it my all
codependence what the fuck is u doin
i knew dis shit was gon happen
niggas dont know my life they assumin 
and they wonder why im talkin about sad shit
damn, they dont know me
24 bitch i ball like kobe
she like are u serious
im like can u fuckin hear me yet
they dont even know what im sayin
dont even know why i try still
i need to stand on business 
i hate to say u right still
i got a lot of issues i need to get help i dont know where to start though
hate to admit i miss u i need to lock in but the shit is hard though
ion even understand dis shit myself 
questionin my morality
dont know what my fuckin problem is my head keep tryna battle me
they wanna bet on me but ion even know how long its gon last
ion even know what to say to u i jus dont wanna make u more sad
ion even know how to express dis shit i shoulda just kept this shit to myself
dont know why the fuck they tryna care about my fuckin mental health

mental health (sentencc)

really lookin over Prod shyne n rage

ЗАПРЕТКА - YUNG FIMOZ

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#yearningmusic @nassim w cld

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u say its over now?
you act so different when friends are around, just wanna scream but I cant make a sound. when I die I rot in the ground, hope you see the picture I painted, I cut off the faces and put them places. i’m on the bench I’m tired of chasing, I’m holding you surely I’m gone by the morning. you tell your friends yeah your friends that I’m boring, we lay up in bed and i’m hearing you snoring. hope its a dream when I close my eyes, I pray everyday that you’re by my side..

we both know where this is going (december)

дамб

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