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Dead$inners
Dead$inners
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Don't play God Cause you not like that Got a hole through my heart Couple knives in my back So fucked up I can't even type back I'm so high I hope I don't crash Time don't lie Numb the pain with the cash 100 Through the night Lights low moving fast 50 On my hip Talk shit I let it spaz 25 To the plug For an eighth straight gas Bring blades Any day If we got an issue Old hoes Really lame No I do not miss you Same thing Every day I can not continue The same old shit Man I hate this shit I might crash this whip Imma crash this whip I might take a tab Take a shitty fucking trip Take a knife to my throat Kill myself for my clique Shit I might die young but at least it was quick Don't Play God So fucked up I can't even type back I'm so high I hope I don't crash Don't Play God I might die young but at least it was quick Don't play God Cause you not like that Got a hole through my heart Couple knives in my back So fucked up I can't even type back I'm so high I hope I don't crash
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