Written by Franz “Trokon” Cooper Jr.
Production by Franz “Trokon” Cooper Jr.

(Engineering Credits to Chaz King)
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LYRICS: 
Highly medicated, 
self diagnosed 
Up the dose, 
nigga i control

Goin mentally insane in a quote-unquote stable home
I don’t know, 
fuck is wrong with I

Told you how I feel, you gone think I’m lying
Ion wanna live this muhfucking life
I don’t wann’ see my momma fuckin cry 
I roll with the punches, trust bro I’m alright

bitch, please don’t kill my vibe
No one I know of is merciful as I,
So be grateful when I let you slide
Anyone else would’ve took ya life
 then move on with the night 
While U in the sky

Death to them be like swatting flies 
I try to stay out of shit that can ruin lives
Petty shit don’t phase me, we gone be alright

I lie to those I give a fuck about
Getting hard for me to fake shit now
Ion cry no mo cuz alla the niggas around me don’t know what I’m really bout

Keep my guard up at these house parties
Not tryna act hot
get caught by my opps
Get got
Then live in ya thoughts forever 

Hell is cold, copped a coogi sweater
I could live in the stu for forever 
Wherever life carries a nigga, I pray it gets better

If I die, shoot a nigga to the moon
Done too much dirt in life, that’s the closest I’ll get to heaven

wndbrkr.

i speak the same way I feel,
lifeless. 
no emotion.

3am, 2.26.22
throwaway
— — — — 
LYRICS


Big homie got locked lookin for revenge 
Found his peace but now I can’t sleep rollin without him 

Lost love for this life, one year just went by
Two homies got locked in the same week, for the same crime 
I thought about takin mine a thousand times, 
Too many threats, can’t let these fuckboys strip me of my life

I live two lives, none of that shit intertwined or will ever be
Got too much in my mind to fight; 
not worried bout who callin who pussy
you will not overlook me
opps get lined up, hit my booksy 
Cousin on yo block like boogie; you not callin shots 
U rookie

U not callin shots, u rookie 
Knock a chip out that boy 
Gas too sticky like some pussy
U not fuckin wit me

Ain’t gone let u get no top bill in
These red bottoms on my feet, t blood not spillin 
Me & “D-R-A” the “cut” like where pops crib is

Big homie got locked lookin for revenge 
Found his peace but now I can’t sleep rollin without him
(2x)

trokon.

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