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I don't f**k with you or your town Voices in my head going wild Push me to my edge and I die Y'all gon' test me or not, y'all gon' test me or not F**k 'em all, f**k 'em all I hear them talking in the halls They making fun of all my flaws I feel so alone and lost God I hate this f**king school, who made these f**king rules Swear that this ain't cool, and all this f**king pressure what is there to prove And I am so confused, and I am finna lose it I might flip and OOHH! Probably hurt someone Plus the sh*t that I get from my mom back at home makes the perfect storm Only thing to bring calm is the percs I'm on Hide the way that I feel play the perfect son When she sleep I take cash out her purse and run and go buy drugs everything just to blow up numb Now it's back up to school with the jocks I don't get it Pretentious b*t*hes mind your business I hear your whispers and your disses They call me weird b*t*h I'm a misfit The homie just pa**ed away And I can't do cla** today I'd rather get smashed astray From this place stuck in hell all these b*st*rds fake One more kid call me weird I'ma bash his face All this pain, I might turn to a basket case I don't fit in so our peers can hate Where the f**k is the God I just ask for faith These voices in my head, they force me to the edge And I am not prepared to make it through the day To many tears i've shed, these stresses got me scared It's best if I was dead My dad ask about my day, I lie and say it was great He don't know all the sh*t I take, I just suppress then get high then I drift away I lock myself in my room catch a wave of the tune, of my favorite rapper then I gaze at the moon I dreamt tomorrow shifted, day was a doom Pray I'm left alone and maybe sh*t'll be cool man But f**k it, uh I sit here sad for what Sick of being here mad as f**k, I steal the gun from my dad then I pack it up Off to school with the tool, I don't brag or bluff F**k around they don't know that the strap is tucked This for all of the times that they laughed at us I pull out the gun out the bag, think I've had enough I tell 'em I don't f**k with you or your town Voices in my head going wild Push me to my edge and I die Y'all gon' test me or not, y'all gon' test me or not Pull up on a kid one time and I drop ya like an 808 Pull up on a kid one time and I drop ya like an 808 Pull up on a kid one time and I drop ya like an 808 Pull up on a kid one time and I drop ya like an 808 I don't f**k with you or your town Voices in my head going wild Push me to my edge and I die Y'all gon' test me or not, y'all gon' test me or not Pull up on a kid one time and I drop ya like an 808 Pull up on a kid one time and I drop ya like an 808 Pull up on a kid one time and I drop ya like an 808 Pull up on a kid one time and I drop ya like an 808
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