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[Intro]Oh my God, Ronny[Refrão]The devil hit my phone, he wanna talkBut I'm not really up for conversationsI can have my cake and eat it, tooI just gotta make a reservationChillin' in my head, but it's hotFlames everywhere, I see Satan[Próxima Parte]Demons tryna run up in my spot a lotReally, really runnin' out of patience[Primeira Parte]T— Timing, timing, timingAll about timing, timing, timingSit back in my chair, relaxing and recliningHe has not a care in the world, no, I'm lyingTakin' all these meds to the face got me flyingTakin' all these meds to the face got me dyingSmoke 'til my mind frying, eyes red, high and cryingNumb the pain with Oxy and Dior, yeah, priceyJuice like 2Pac Shakur, no ice teaGivenchy, Louis V, Double V, icyWedding ring, better things, better half, wifeyOnly things numbing me from this hard life, uh, uh, alright[Refrão][Próxima Parte]Demons tryna run up in my spot a lotReally, really runnin' out of patience[Segunda Parte]I'm waiting, waiting, waiting, sittin' upWaiting, waiting, waiting, contemplatingMy heart racingFeels like I'ma die every second of the daySo I gotta get highAin't no coming down, ain't no coming down, why?My anxiety bring me down, that's the fucking downsideIt's like every time I ball, I just end up off-sidesThis light of mine goes dim tonightWill I be alright?Let me guess, no answer, right?[Refrão][Próxima Parte]Demons tryna run up in my spot a lotReally, really runnin' out of patience[Final]
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