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From the unknownI ran away, I don't think I'm coming back homeWhoa-whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa-whoaLike a crawlspace, it's a dark place I roamAin't no right way, just the wrong way I knowI problem solve with StyrofoamMy world revolves around a black holeThe same black hole that's in place of my soul, uhEmpty, I feel so goddamn emptyI may go rogueDon't tempt me, big bullet holesTote semi-autosKeepin' it real, keepin' it real, real uhKeepin' it real, uh yeahLife gets tough, shit is getting realI don't know how to feelSwallowing all these pillsKnow my real feelsDevil standing hereTryna' make a deal, uhIt ain't no dealsFeel like I'm going crazy but still took a lot to get me hereLosing my sanity up in a house in the hills, hills, hillsI ain't have anything thenand I still don't have anything still, still, stillBein' me, I rock PnBThese hoes actin' like gossip, TMZThese drugs acting likeMoshpits squishing meOh my, oh me, how they kill me slowlyLonely, I been gettin' no peaceOD, feel like overdosingLow key I been looking for the signsBut all I can find is a sign of the timesFrom the unknownI ran away, I don't think I'm coming back homeWhoa-whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa-whoaLike a crawlspace, it's a dark place I roamAin't no right way, just the wrong way I knowI problem solve with StyrofoamMy world revolves around a black holeThe same black hole that's in place of my soul, ohEmpty, I feel so goddamn emptyI may go rogueDon't tempt me, big bullet holesTote semi-autosI ain't suicidalOnly thing suicide is suicide doorsFight for survivalGotta keep hope up, rolling good dope upHold my hand, through hell we goDon't look back, it ain't the past no moreGon' get to the racks, all them niggas want warI was put here to lead the lost soulsExhale depression as the wind blowsThese are the laws of living in vogueWe're perfectly imperfect childrenRose from the dust, all of us are on a missionNever gave a fuck, really came from rags to richesNow we live it up, driving with the rooftop missin'I don't give a fuck, really came from rags to richesNow I live it up, driving with the rooftop missin'From the unknownI ran away, I don't think I'm coming back homeWhoa-whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa-whoaLike a crawlspace, it's a dark place I roamAin't no right way, just the wrong way I knowI problem solve with StyrofoamMy world revolves around a black holeThe same black hole that's in place of my soul, uhEmpty, I feel so goddamn emptyI may go rogueDon't tempt me, big bullet holesTote semi-autos
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