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MDMA is an insight ,drug
And you get- Um
An experience of self validation, uh
Which is tremendously healing
Yuh, ay

Ok, had to take some ecstasy
Couple 3, rest in piece
Now you f**kin' wit' me?
I can take it with ease
Throw up after an hour or two
Happiness ain’t new
Just a lot more for the time after to be hell number two
b*t*h we really done, we really through
Maybe you’ll go away if, I say that you were used
Take a f**king hint, stupid b*t*h take a clue
You must bе wondering why I’m being so rude
Maybе you just ain’t used to the truth, ay

I been beating up the pu**y since last Friday, ay (Ay)
Wanna sit up in the forest with a nice blade
Nice day
For a dead body in the forest
What they storing
For a couple stories
f**kin’ on a whore
Before I cut up on my wrists
Couple names up ton my list
So sadistic
They don’t listen
‘Til the body in a casket
f**k a blunt cigarettes are what we passin’
f**k attachment
I don’t wanna play them games
f**k weed, I want molly and cocaine

Overdose, Kurt Cobain
I get high at night and I sleep through the day
Hate when she’s baked
Hate when he’s late
Hate when a motherf**ker wanna play games
Takes some Xans will you f**king go away
I ain’t feeling good, I ain’t feeling good
Feel like I’m about to die, I can’t see straight
I can’t walk straight
I can’t see if that’s the toilet or the shower drain
I can’t feel my mouth
I can’t feel if I’m about to puke my guts out
f**k, ay
f**k, ay

How you feeling in the club ‘bout to pass out
Talkin' all that horny sh*t but then you f**king blacked out
Molly in the mouth
Molly in the house
Smoking loud
Lean on the table
Coke up in his nose and everyone is mentally unstable
With some ink and a needle
And you can’t feel your head
Thinking through your death
Send a text
'Bout that good sex
When your heart stops and your dead
f**k some nicotine we got those Xans putting us to bed
Molly going straight to the head
Make ‘em feel good, make ‘em feel dead
Make you feel sick, make you turn red
Yeah, ok, ok
Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay

I been beating up the pu**y since last Friday, ay
Wanna sit up in the forest with a nice blade
Nice day
For a dead body in the forest
What they storing
For a couple stories
f**kin’ on a whore
Before I cut up on my wrists
Couple names up ton my list
So sadistic
They don’t listen
‘Til the body in a casket
f**k a blunt cigarettes are what we passin’
f**k attachment
I don’t wanna play them games
f**k weed, I want molly and cocaine

I just decided just to fix myself
And it kept getting worse

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