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rob
- ugh im so mad like this, so i hit the rap pad like this
- and you can only miss what im throwing at you
- i messaged you straight out of the blue, i only cry for a few
- i can't even look at you, fuck iv'e never even met you
- some reason my mind told me i should message you,
- you told me all this shit, and i froze like i just got hit
- i can't even sit, my brain is processing all of his shit
- i got up as i want being lit, soon im going to throw a fit
- take a hit from the bong and get lit, thats a pain kit
- and i sit listening to this beat, over and over, repeat repeat
- my brain is over heating, its running to fast,
- and my past is a bunch of bull shit, your so full of shit
- you need some fixing, but hey were all a little fucked up
- i got hit but got right up, im not so tough
- but hey i know my life has been rough, ever scince three you see
- me, have been a straight up G, you make it so i can't even see out of my eyes,
- the skies aint blue today, dog chewed it up, this ain't the day
- and i can't even say that i should stay this way, my life is way out of wack,
- all my problems laid up on a stake, my life is like a cake, with no frosting,
- its not so sweet, and i never repeat anything i say, im not so happy anyway
- now de bake the cake, my world is for saking, step into my shoes
- you'll no longer have any smooth moves, always breaking the rules,
- no one ever cares, they just use you as tools, thinking your a bunch of fools,
- think your a peice of shit that just sits and drools, think there so cool
- so you snap back at them, get in trouble, go to jail for a year
- an then in someones eyes your a total fail, mom always asking why do i pay
- for his bail, its tough, i want to just sail away, my flow and lyrics combined
- will show you how good i rhyme, now im in my individual prime,
- im on top and will never be stopped, the day i am dropped its because
- ill be dropped, popped in the back of the head, lay there on the cold ground
- acting like a sped, no bitch im not playing dead, im laying on the ground dead.
- im fucked in the head, i play a beat and make my eyes red,
- but thats the way i am, i try to make myelf this way, i can't even say why i do it
- and i just blew it, when i got that message i should have just through it,
- should have tore it up and chewed it. this is the end, you brewed it. s
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