Somebody pray for the
god kids I wonder what Michael’s the kids on Son They jammin’ to in his shit
Rappin’ trappin’ trippin’ ‘cid and twerking
and chewing Vicodin
and partying on
[We] Shoulda died– yelling YOLO
was a lie
And you liars wonder why you
[we] wanna die so young
You and I
look live just alike
And I’m afraid that this one right here
Might be the last time that I write a
Lot of niggas wanna go out with BANG
But I ain’t tryna go out at all
I ain’t tryna go out at all
Got a lot of ideas still
to throw out the door
want to live out tomorrow
Chance joint gotta be a dance joint
From an introspective
drugged shoot out standpoint
bands clips joint wanna hold hands pray joint
Old school for my
own old man lifetime joint
Why toss my
filter sister when she saving my life?
The same shit that kills us, always feels so right.
That’s why I pray
to for the dealer, God [only] know [s] who he be.
Truth be told he
juiced me introduced
met me in
to the lucy leaf.
Oh oh oh, I seen the light
, I lost my lighter.
Bic flick, kick the habit and the bucket, fuck your supplier. Lies, Levis on fire flyer on the wall I’m brighter
In the darkness of the night In the sky, I
get drift higher
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