Texty

Every time I feel like I'm gone end Blade up to my neck, I'm feelin' reckless Too turned of illegal substance Rotting my brain by the second Powder to my face, I be racin' Goin' hard, I'm tryin' not to break her Made your bitch see God, yeah, you ain't shit Fuck with me bitch, this is basics Yeah, this is basics Yeah, this is Heart race Give me something Numb me so I can't feel Heart race I need something Numb me, I feel nothing I need something I feel I never wanna go back You put your problems all on me until I felt bad Pull the plug on my emotions I rather die inside than die out in the open I don't ever wanna feel sad Made some scars so I don't ever have to feel that Yeah, I bet you fucking hate me now Prolly over shit, we never figured out So bitch, come on, how does it taste? I bet you wishing that you didn't ever let me escape You think you're first but bitch You're not, you're dead in last place It's hard to be in first when everybody's running in this Heart race Give me something Numb me so I can't feel Heart race I need something Numb me, I feel nothing You wanna wash away the pain You wanna wash away the pain You wanna wash away the pain You wanna wash away the pain You wanna wash away the pain You wanna wash away the pain You wanna
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