Correction Paroles Pale Suburbian par Biv

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Thoughts get heavy on me
Grandmama died, and it still preying on me
Old b*t*h hate my guts, so she flaked on me
Internet talk gettin f**ked in the brain for me
Sometimes I wish a f**ka let it bang for me
Assisted suicide, miles high, with the chains on me
Ya'll been laugh track, pumpin till she bad back
Curious about that, didn't know she was ya b*t*h, homie
Ain't know me or know me then, just wait until you bury them
You'll be prayin to whatever God they carrying
See the way they carry him
Box locked, couple words to knock him in the dirt again
Goodbye, so long, another friend
Tell me if this finna end
Woke the f**k up for the bands
And never ask for the hand outs from the mans

Best for you, but it's sh*t for me
Can't break bread from the sh*t I seen
Couldn't be team, man run third string
She get a pass till she cling
My b*t*h dead in my mental
Your b*t*h come off the street
Taking the time that I need
Don't hit my line for the sh*t you can't keep
Head goin twist like my d**k on her lips
Boy, you a simp, uh
Soundin goddamn sick
Spend it all on a b*t*h for a flic
Throwin bands that she earned from her tips
Boy you a spill in the script
They been the cause of this sh*t
Lackin, b*t*h tryna see me slackin
I ain't even bout that action, but I don't trust what happens
Might be the first one to blast it or put myself up in the casket
Dead man walkin and talking, they only want a reaction

Silently make my transaction
pu**y just been a distraction
Thought you was special, b*t*h you been a fraction
Mental been keepin me active
They talk the smoke, but the first one to ash it
I never wanted this practice
Just let me live in my traction
Just let me live in my traction

b*t*h go pogo, loco
Chokehold, way too so so, slow-mo
Watch me snap like photo
Ass goin clap like bravo
She peak like promo
Ass goin clap like bravo
She peak like promo
Chokehold, way too so so, slow-mo
Watch me snap like photo
Ass goin clap like bravo
She peak like promo
She peak like promo

Lord save me, boy, I'm dyin in my cuts
Only want me with the funds, all that money trap they lungs
Time got f**ked you f**kin punk
Don't feel this numb, you a f**kin bum

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