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walking down the street 
blunt between my lips 
crushing pedals with my feet 

not worryin bout a thing 
I'm just feeling the breeze
so dont bother me with yo shit or yo needs

I already gotta million problems on my plate
but for now lets smoke and contemplate 
like shit is there a god 
is heaven a real place 

but whatever man let's toke it up to outer space
like
is there Martians 
flying in a disc 
starting some new society 
where punishment is just disilite 

but I cant tell you that right now we'll just have to find out
and death is knockin at the door so pack your shit and tap out



I can barely even speak 
all this weed and rum got me lifted off my feet
man I'm in the clouds 
boy I'm flying these streets
ucky and stone are the fellow centipedes 
you can bring yo fleet
and then we'll see

all this bullshit you sayin you wanna die
but when the BLADE to ur wrist
you tend to pussy out and cry

but isnt that what you want? your fucking demise?
you ungrateful peice of shit open up yo godamn eyes

I havnt been sober in weeks 
room smellin hella green mom bitchin say that it stinks 
what the fuck
guess I'm out of luck 
cause I'm not makin any money and I'm feelin fuckin stuck


hope to leave California by 24 
run away with my bullshit out the fuckin door
but for now I gotta save my riches 
not focus on bitches
to prove my worth and let me be in the devils remembrance 





2:11am (prod.MoKart)

cant produce

far gone

it never leaves

i love you terror
you can rest 
boogy 2022 - 2024 <3

sinrekt

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