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Man I don’t need no f**king lean, I don’t even need no weed
Just give me the screen and the keys to make some neat, sweet beats
It’s a treat when I kick back and I listen to my music
Cause I was popping percs, xans, sniffing grams, and acting stupid
And I was blinded by the crowd that I used to keep around me
And all the anger and depression that used to constantly surround me
Man my thoughts were always cloudy and I was always feeling rowdy
But I just wanna make it in this music ting and make my mummy proud g
I’m that impatient inpatient and I want the paper now b
Overdosed on so much pills, could be killed, dead and in the clouds, see
I don’t worship the devil like some people like to think
My psychosis permanent like a needle with some ink
And I’ve wrestled with depression from a young a** age
So I pour my heart out when the pen touch the paper page
Because my whole life, my cold eyes contained a dark, tainted glaze
So the way I escape my crazy brain, let me explain
I’ve been diagnosed with lines and poems and mental health disorders
I chose to rhyme up those and brush off hoes and get my life in order
Oxy used to stop me fretting, but I’d be sweating like a sauna
And it’s never too late to turn your life around
Unless you’re dead in your head, buried under the ground
If you put your finger on the trigger and you make that sound
You choose to let the dark side win, are you listening now?
And I’m not judging anyone for the sad act of suicide
It’s a bad fact that I was 6 when Dave took his own life
And that sh*t scarred my brain, it stayed up in my mind
Cause I had visions, reminiscing of the day that he died
And every damn time I drive by that f**king bridge
I wanna f**king destroy it, and burn it to bits
And I know that’s not the answer, but it still f**king hurts
One of my favourite men alive now buried in the dirt
Rest in peace to my friends and my family that I lost
I still say a prayer for them, although I don’t believe in god
And I sit and I think, and it makes me f**king cross
Till I’m twitching and I’m switching and it’s hard to not
Rot when you got no paper like a cardboard box
But this song ain’t about the money, and this sh*t ain’t f**king funny
My parents used to starve just so I wouldn’t go hungry
I was 7 years old and knew the meaning of bankruptcy
Half my family weren’t even born in this f**king country
So I’ll never judge an immigrant, how would you feel if you were raising kids in a war zone where death was always imminent
Talking about this deep sh*t got my tongue stunned like a lightbulb filament
My heart always been quite cold, but never ever brilliant
Man I’m so diverse, and my verse always has a deeper meaning
I mine words, plan them out and explode like a creeper scheming

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