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This blunt laced, why the *** you think I take it to my face,
I don't pass it,I aint average i'm just classic, i'm in the classic, smoking traffic
Im an addict I aint passive, im aggresive, i flick ashes.
born catholic, still catholic,still prayin ***
Im high as ***, you know im taking ***, i aint fakin IT
I was made for it, Morphine is my favorite but its hard to find the *** when your friends
think you die from it, i'm fine with it i still
find the *** and i be high as *** with the angels
And why the angels got wings, when they cant even sing
i done earned stripes, like bengals *** the the police, they all know me
and I hate that, Startin to not take that I got a new place that i visioned wayback
Got her pregnant, she couldn't have that, I keep zips in my knack sack
and my lean on ICE like half black *** grew past that
this *** laced thought i told you not, you AINT supposed to have that
pass it back it to me ima feel free oxycontin, oxycontin, roxycontin
B what you sayin B, what my options Be?
23 no *** Stoppin me see the *** that i love dont want me
and the withdrawal haunt me since high school *** used to taunt me, now theres famous
*** textin tellin' me they want me
*** all these *** I got 5.0. on me,THE Feds on me
They always want me, wont find *** I be gone free, and ( Missing lyrics )
Gatorade, still stay awake cuz my mind race
Like a *** horse (missing lyrics)
Im the up north never see YOU dead in the porsche
but you know that im just drivin in it. I aint waitin for the course
your boyfriend probably just a nerd like (missing lyrics)
she gon' suck me like she got alot of courage even thought she dont, cuz shes insecure
Me too, i mean it too, *** i bleed too
Call my *** on my phone, say i dont need you
and you know your tatted on my skin I still dont need you
you can probably feel my pain I bet it bleed through this *** microphone
but I be all alone four corner home, just trying to stay ***
listen to the acapella, you hear her smoke bleed
through the headphones, My grandpa gona die soon,
Im too high to die alone, that *** gon' make me cry alone
*** it got it made, carried that to the change *** burried that, I mean I murdered
that Ricky hil from the ville. Where the hippies
at? Where they at?