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Justin Howard
Justin Howard
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Sometimes, sometimes, sometime Sometimes, sometimes, sometimes Sometimes, sometimes, sometimes, uh I wanna be by my lonely I pop these Perc by my lonely I put in work by my lonely .40 on me, you know that's my homie I wanna be by my lonely I take these Perc by my lonely I put in work by my lonely .40 on me, you know that's my homie My mind sometimes gets dark and wild My mind sometimes, ah I don't wan' be bothered Inhale, exhale, breathing just got a little harder I mean well, I mean well All's well, it ends well Inhale, exhale Losing my sanity, probably I'll see you in hell Yeah, I'ma meet you there As of lately, my demons, they bother me When I'm sleeping, they sitting on top of me And wherever I go, they will follow me I fell into the pit and it's bottomless They want my soul but it isn't my property Try to take it from me, demonic robbery Crazy the way that the devil'll lie to me Just leave me alone, I could do bad on my own I get high off my ass on my own Paranoia is strong What if she don't love me no more? I hope I'm wrong Sometimes, sometimes, sometime Sometimes, sometimes, sometimes Sometimes, sometimes, sometimes, uh I wanna be by my lonely I pop these Percs by my lonely I put in work by my lonely .40 on me, you know that's my homie I wanna be by my lonely I take these Percs by my lonely I put in work by my lonely .40 on me, you know that's my homie Oh, there ain't no place like home I wanna go back home I hate the world we know, oh, oh There ain't no place like home I wanna go back home I hate the world we know Mind fumbling, fumbling, fumbling, fumbling I wonder if, wonder if, wonder if, wonder if I'm gonna live, gonna live All these threats that I get from my enemies Wonder why I keep a .40 right next to me Scared of niggas running in my vicinity I'ma be the killer, ain't no one killing me That's a better choice like voting for Hillary Where I'm from niggas don't give a fuck So we loadin' up and shooting like documentary Numb to the core I don't wanna feel shit anymore I don't wanna feel rich anymore Know that they want me dead So I'm takin' meds until I fall on the floor I don't know who to call anymore I don't know what to call it anymore Tears fall like raindrops, but nah, I don't wanna bawl anymore Pick up the rock score, I pill pop some more Why? It numbs me inside I know it ain't right, but its part of the ride There ain't no place like home I wanna go back home I hate the world we know, oh, oh, oh There ain't no place like home I wanna go back home I hate the world we know
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