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Yeah, yeah, yeah Take a step in Don't slip Take another step Baby please don't trip So hard to stand Know it's getting too thick We go down Just way too quick But I'll step back Give you a minute to breathe I wanna get you out But your too heavy I might not make it out Just go on without me I'll go right in I won't ever let you bleed Feels I'm in the belly of the beast With nothing but a knife It's no hell that I bring Oh well's what I sing Cus' I'm stuck and I know we all f**ked And there ain't sh*t I can do to change my luck Alter what is Nah you offered what was Stuck in quicksand You just don't want a fuss See I been this way Since peach fuzz Saw Scotty out the lobby I was getting beamed up I was on a f**king Boat Swimming in the water Not to sure to keep note This beach might get us killed Less worries when we float (nah) I ain't from the clouds (nah) I been way down Got a feast but it's poisoned And I know we boutta' choke This gold don't glitter And the cold's not bitter Witness the old just wither Then come back with a vengeance They wanna kill me And then sell off all my livers Nothing shines through a gentrified eye Finding out this world Was nothing but a lie They only kill monsters When they threaten those in power Don't look under the bed Well past the witch hour Its 3am and I ain't slept in a day Mind's slipping and I know I'm losing my way You only hear the hate When you tell 'em you ain't straight Yet you wonder why I can't Seem to ever keep straight They paint with blood Drawin' a smiley face Yellow for the fello On a fairly mellow high Drain you for your blood Vampires in disguise Sinking in this sand Drown or swim up in the lies I am far past human Witness my glowing eyes I'm a real bad case Of a real bad time If he reaching for a cig Tell him I don't like the smoke If he reaching for another Don't know which way this'll go Never put a bullet in a head With a red dot planted Hard on ya chest Least u know u exasperated Every other option left We think we all know best I am not your life Feel like I'm saint death This planet ain't a home They turned it to a mess We smoke away the stress Plan it, make it, fall apart I think the was all Doomed from start I fall off Not too sure where i land Got a hundred, millions problems Sh*t I shouldn't understand I miss Mac Miller Just doing the best I can Still getting older No that wasn't in the plan I look a lot more like my dad Than I like to admit I wanna wake up And just still be a kid This ain't a great time Man, I barely even lived I feel and look like sh*t Don't know if I'm ugly Or this what the stress did Man how the f**k Am I still a kid I know nostalgia is a b*t*h But she sucking me in Yeah, yeah, yeah she sucking me in Yeah, yeah, yeah she somethin- Nah While I'm still on my feet Imma' take it all down For as long as I could run I could try to get out Go quicksand, need a Bankroll for a quick day His hand in the bowl Bay of pigs death day You only don't die On your best days Born just to die Making sure hell raised Never saved face F**k a dead beat On its birthday
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