Keep that out of the light
It feels like nothing works
Insecure
Bout my plight
A new leaf always hurts
Faking peace
I’m in pieces
The table never turns

I want to give up, to go up, to go up

Fourteen blows
To the face
Then lay back down
Guillotine drops
Comatose
Head on the ground
Cannot proceed
Tryna breathe
Can’t get around
Half obsolete
Tryna see
What let me down

Tryna see
Why my greed
Is my disease
oversleep 
Waking dream
Won’t let me leave

I want to get up
To move on
Not going down

Put it all
On my life
And I won’t live it down
try my best
I feel like
that I’m still gonna drown
THC 
Crushed the light
And I hate how it sounds
guarantee
I know why
Im tryna make it Out

Tryna make doubt by doubt, then it deepens out
Two empty hands without vices that I don’t keep around
It all comes back in routines, A heavy sigh within
Instead of being conceited, I put the miles in

OMG
Only Mention Go

guillotine

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