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eddison
eddison
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eddison
eddison
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Edwin Chirino
Edwin Chirino
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C'mon man, don't fuckin' do this (I have to) Just- I'll get the money next week, just (nah) Please (Yeah, yeah), fuck I'm singing in the streets, out of tune (out of tune) 'Cause I am sober now And my skin feels like it's fuckin' crawlin' again 'Cause I just need one more hit just to feel okay I'm sober So painfully sober So painfully sober And I don't know what to do What to do, what to do, what to do Fuck wit' the Spider Gang, you get bit All you motherfuckers can't tell me shit Walk around the city with a goddamn bag When I was growin' up kids called me a (shh) Now I can't numb my pain, don't care 'bout the money and the fame (I'm getting really fuckin' sick of this shit) These drugs just make mе fade away Always said you felt the samе ol' way Like you used to, wish I never used to like I did (Like I did, like I-) I don't wanna be sober Wake up think I finna lose my mind Why you leave me? Why you waste my time? Why you up there? Are you upset? (all this time) Now you can't come back The way that you left (I would make my meth) Don't know us, I don't know a thing about us My drugs, every day I need my drugs Shits bust, bitch bad but she playin' like Rust Lookin' back at it, can't believe that was us I know you see me hittin' up your phone You don't like to pick up But I wish you would (I wish you would) And I know you're sick and fuckin' tired of it all And I don't wanna make up But I don't want bad blood (I don't want bad blood, oh)
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