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Slick back with a beanie cap Got my muscle on Blunt wrapped in my backpack With a bag of bones .40 in a couple takes Beer n' bud I love the taste Give me more, I must had faced That Mary Jane, I'm in the grace Lost soul raised by psychos in this wild west 30 is the residence Can't afford to pay the rent So I gotta get my hustle on Make it out this pit On the edge of my sanity I'm feeling kinda bent Hope you're ready for me There is so much to see Yes, Baker Maker who I be Cooking up a tasty treat Coming from a past some would call trash That's another man's treasure so I wear it like a badge Old school driving exploitation Glued to the screen, just a creep in the making Puttin' my imagination now all in the gutter Late night channel surfin' for a portal bunker Switch into sixth see redrum in the mix Here's that new fix where you stones crispy kids Melting into the floor high as fuck for no point Ain't nothing better than smoking this joint Doubling up, taking a puff Fuck with me and I will buck Super groovy most the time But if you slip I'm steppin' up Quit the junk buck you like a chump Throw you in the trunk Take you swimming with the fishes I ain't leavin' till you're sunk Bloody groove, come and play I can't go outside today Feel the sun is getting bright And only at night is when I prey Stalking I'm a walking graves Smoking till I have no taste Mindless creepin' in the streets Hoping I can find a way Craze, daze call me wicked I'm shrieking for my bones See my words they can sicken Anyone who prays to ghosts So just let me roast I don't need you fucking preaching I done seen too many things Too many things that keep me thinking Self-portrait, nothing is real but the way that I feel Self-portrait, nothing is real but the way that I feel Self-portrait, nothing is real but the way that I feel Self-portrait, nothing is real but the way that I feel Self-portrait, maybe I'm just more sick, maybe I'm just more sick Self-portrait, maybe I'm just more sick, maybe I'm just more sick Self-portrait, maybe I'm just more sick, maybe I'm just more sick Self-portrait, maybe I'm just more sick, maybe I'm just more sick
Writer(s): Ryan Justin Baker Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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