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(hm, yeah, hm)

i stopped giving a fuck,
soon as i did started runing it up
hate when we fight, but you doing it wrong,
codeine in my cup, and its going too strong
cant call me no rookie, been thru shit with a bully 

arm and leg just to book me,
maybach truck wit the top cut cut off,
i still pop pills like a junkie, 

i feel bad for my mom, she know im off drugs, and that make her uncomfy
take another 10, im too geeked up, you cant raise no concerns to me, 
had my dad, but he wasnt around too much, had to basically raise myself, (myself)
shit aint good for your health, and poppin these percs, that shit dont help

im just telling the truth, man what would you do if the world was on your shoulders,
kissin my loved ones, tellin my momma i love her, im waitin till shit blow over,
45 minutes up on that drive, you out in the sticks i cant even ride to you, (cant)
holdin back tears, im crying to you, shit aint the same cause i lied to you (i lied to you)

shit aint the same cause i lied to you,
and telling the truth was too hard for me to admit, i cant crash bout no bitch,
you would've told me the same thing, if you had the same chance, i cant call you a snitch, (fr)
but i could still call you a.. (hm, i could still call you a bitch)

yeah, but i could still call you a...

(hm, yeah, hm)

i stopped giving a fuck,
soon as i did started runing it up
hate when we fight, but you doing it wrong,
codeine in my cup, and its going too strong
cant call me no rookie, been thru shit with a bully 

arm and leg just to book me,
maybach truck wit the top cut cut off,
i still pop pills like a junkie, (yeah, junkie)

i feel bad for my mom, she know im off drugs, and that make her uncomfy
take another 10, im too geeked up, you cant raise no concerns to me, 
had my dad, but he wasnt around too much, had to basically raise myself, (myself)
shit aint good for your health, and poppin these percs, that shit dont help

im just telling the truth, man what would you do if the world was on your shoulders,
kissin my loved ones, tellin my momma i love her, im waitin till shit blow over,
45 minutes up on that drive, you out in the sticks i cant even ride to you, (cant)
holdin back tears, im crying to you, shit aint the same cause i lied to you (i lied to you)

shit aint the same cause i lied to you,
and telling the truth was too hard for me to admit, i cant crash bout no bitch,
you would've told me the same thing, if you had the same chance, i cant call you a snitch, (fr)
but i could still call you a.. (hm, i could still call you a bitch)

yeah, but i could still call you a... fr

i don't give a fuck

Real Picture of Former Living Conditions. Everything You Hear Is Based On A True Story. God Bless!

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