How It Ends

My So Called Life ft Cold Hart [prod. hurtleberry]

## prod me cover by @nursinghomegallery lyrics below

Bitch I’m pourin up red and blue
23 ballin out got the flu
Double cup in my hand but my nose runnin too
Woke up next day in some bloody tissues

Brodie yappin bullshit yea boy I can tell
Hoe can never speak the truth spittin fairytales
Momma told me like my greens man I love Smokin kale
Scream help all you want no-one comin to your avail

Bruh I’ll crash out watch what you say nigga 
yea I’m quiet but wont hesitate to pull the trigga 
Bitch I made where I’m at like I need some killas 
Niggas smoke gorilla fingers bitch I’m smoker pillars

Flu Game

Lyrics:
Migraine splits my brain,
From the moment I wake,
I taste blood and hate,
Brain dead,
When the blood dam breaks,
All I see is red,
Kill the connections,
To reshuffle my hand,
I’m a different man,
Reconnect synapses,
Won’t suffer my plan ,

Got pressure in my vessels,
Coming through like a torrent,
Blood-Brain burst,
Really sent the fucking whore of it,
Aneurysm bursts,
The fear is something torrid,
Lighting up a spliff,
There’s nothing, nothing for it,
I’m too dizzy,
Just go ahead and pour it,
I’m too busy,
For anything important,
Sight burned out,
By the sun in the morning,
Spew my guts, 
Look sickly in the corner,
  
Migraine splits my brain,
From the moment I wake,
I taste blood and hate,
Brain dead,
When the blood dam breaks,
All I see is red,
Kill the connections,
To reshuffle my hand,
I’m a different man,
Reconnect synapses,
Won’t suffer my plan ,

Get off on a winter morning,
Think I might need escorted,
Can’t think, can’t think
Can’t think, can’t think,
Take me by the smoke shop,
Then by the corner store,
Need to get some caffeine,
Just to make a little more,
Drink it with some Motrin,
Cause I’m just a little sore,
Pack another bowl,
Just need a little more,
My skull feels like the victim of a fucking horse,
I still think I could finally win the fucking war,

Got pressure in my vessels,
Coming through like a torrent,
Blood-Brain burst,
Really sent the fucking whore of it,
Aneurysm bursts,
The fear is something torrid,
Lighting up a spliff,
There’s nothing, nothing for it,
I’m too dizzy,
Just go ahead and pour it,
I’m too busy,
For anything important,
Sight burned out,
By the sun in the morning,
Spew my guts, 
Look sickly in the corner,

How It Ends

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