BUILDING BLUEPRINT
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wrong decisions unfinished
- so many years have gone to waste,
- i'm in a lonely empty space,
- feeling like i took a gunshot to the face,
- i'm going craze, i can't understand my brain nor the game that he plays,
- sparking jays and haze for days while i'm tryina find my ways,
- drinkin,,, smokin',,, so many tokes man i think i'm chokin',
- fell asleep, never awoken, my soul has been broken,
- i got too many time to think, so i roll a joint and take another drink,
- as i sink in this bottomless pitt, getting deeper and deeper into this shit,
- i'm getting tired of life so maybe it's time to quit,
- this puzzle doesn't fit, so forget it, after death there's time to regret shit,
- i knot the rope, smoke some dope, as i hope i can cope with being dead
- wrote a note of some shit i wanted to be said,
- lay it on the drawer next to my deathbed,
- wrote one last song enjoying a sixpack,
- said fuck the rope and grabbed the nine tech,
- putted it to my head and blew my fucking mindset.
- as my last words were goodbye mom, goodbye dad, "gunshot"
- [Hook x3]
- this is my final goodbye,
- the last words before i die,
- and my soul vaporizes in the sky,
- fuck school and stay high,
- [Verse 2]
- wrong decisions got me right where i'm at,
- a criminal, a fucked up little pothead, with way too many cred,
- too many people said that making bread led to ending up dead,
- yeah i've bled but it wasn't for the bad,
- eventhough i now know i should've stood mellow a while ago,
- but i was a wild asshole, trying to get as many as gold as possible,
- in a hurry, gots to be fast but eazy duz it yo,
- i still feel like i wanna kill myself,
- get ill off a pill or just slit my wrist in half,
- cause this drill just won't heal itself,
- it's time to get real cause we're already here in hell,
- didn't you see the flames around the moment you fell,
- damn son, that's like russian roullete with a regular handgun,
- that's a .44 magnum to ya head hun, that's literally some mad fun,
- 50 bucks if ya put it to ya eardrumb,
- i do it for free homie, ain't no fuckin' with a crazy Gee,
- fuck i buck my own luck stuck for 1 buck i won't even be able to spend,
- cause i'm ready for my end, my mind went blind and dunno where it went,
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