Slit my Fuckin' throat
• Written by KingDank
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How did I go from an upper class ass
to a low down man without class
Trash everywhere, house's a mess
get a few hours of sleep then get dressed
Please don't tell me not to whine
Damn I hurt my fuckin spine
Backpack full of shit I don't need
Failing a class just wanna die or smoke weed
Every'night
Don't even say a peep
Cause I'm worried a crip and blood are gonna creep
Slit my fuckin throat in mah sleep
Things are less than rad
Things in life are just a fad
Fightin depression and shit
Only to be spit
On by some upper class brat
Who thinks he's phat
Just because I have a lazy eye
Doesn't mean I have to die
Every'night
Don't even say a peep
Cause I'm worried a crip and blood are gonna creep
Slit my fuckin throat in mah sleep
Fellow friends can sleep at night
But for me every weekday is a fight
Should I do it, is it right?
Seems like I'm being forced into the gangster life.
Don't mean to cause no strife
But I'm not cut out for this, y'see
I'm always tried to please
My superiors only to be disregarded and forgotten
As I sit and go rotten
Every'night
Don't even say a peep
Cause I'm worried a crip and blood are gonna creep
Slit my fuckin throat in mah sleep
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KingDank
Member since January 18 2016