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Don't go to clubs and I damn sure stay low-key Still them little jitterbugs wanna start shit with a kreep like me This the type of shit that you bump when a mothafucka wanna fix that fade Bitch I'm on a gallon of Henny see if I really give a fuck if I die today Bitch ass Hoe ass Runnin' at the mouth ass fake wannabes I see You know I really try to stay cool Sometimes Buddha can't save me Stuck with the fucked up brain with so many voices talkin' I can never sleep Soon as I shut my eyes all I can see is a start of a darkenin' dream Tropical depressions hittin' me again and I don't know Which of the voices all up in my brain, is tellin' me the right way to go Hoe, you speakin' bout Satan, but I can see you know not what you're sayin' My eyes roll to the back of my mind All I see is tainted Ridin' on '95 Junt to the brain I fly One cloud in the sky Wonderful day to die Trippin' on shroomz I'm fine Everything straight don't mind Negativity go bye Let's see how long I can try Take a trip the plane go Ghoste This time I am not alone I see some others that know Buddha chillin' on a throne Question everything you know Religion and even the Pope Mistaken for Satan the goat Ignorance ain't no joke Tropical depressions hittin' me again and I don't know Which of the voices all up in my brain, is tellin' me the right way to go Hoe, you speakin' bout Satan, but I can see you know not what you're sayin' My eyes roll to the back of my mind All I see is tainted
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