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Back on the mic after 8 years of cabbage
I'm recording cause there's nothing in the f**king cabinet
I won't steal or nothing, or do any f**king bad sh*t
End up in jail with "69" tatted on my hatchet
But I am beefing with a rapper, time to steal his ratchet
And f**ker, she got some herpes, time to f**king catch it
Half of my childhood by brain has been some f**king static
No Signal, Unknown Vibes, I swear that you'll be an addict
Sleep is the best thing for me, but I can't f**king do it, I knew it
Anxiety took my mind and threw it, in the trash
But is it really like the one to bash?
If finding peace is like a motherf**king cul-de-sac?
Hoping that Cupid snipe some f**king girls for me
So I can phone them
But not f**king bone them
I honestly just need someone to talk to
Not someone to only give my motherf**king c*ck to
So many f**king bottles piling up around my desk
So many of them have a lot of f**king water left
But, I won't finished them, cause, I am not motivated
I'm aggravated, that these waters have done been outdated
It's 2019, and now, b*t*h, I'm activated
Welcome to the f**king album, I know you've been waiting

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