Peace boii
Suicidal thoughts in my head
Im living a dream.
Its like the mold on the bread
We over power ur team.
We keep it dirty n rotten
Its never gotten so clean.
I take the drugs for my nerves
U wanna call me a fiend.
I onlycough when I smoke
Yet I'm still sipping the lean.
From the north to the south
N every thing in between.
Catch a slug to the mouth
When I'm aiming the beam.
Schizophrenic depression
its what's making him mean.
I'm sick in the head boy
Hand over the meds.
I hear voices that tell me to killem
Disregarding the feds.
The soul saw the body
left dead in the bed.
And it all started
doing a hand stand on the keg...
Originally Posted by King Hippoe
Peace boii
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