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d.b.g baby - dying slow lyrics

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i wasn’t made for this rapping sh+t but i still did it
making beats like uncle curty, cooking up till i was finished
always focused on myself don’t need a b+tch to hurt my feelings

f+ck love that’s the thing that k!lls me
selfish toxic hoes always tryna get the real me
said they understand when i know d+mn well they don’t feel me
broken hearted, never fixed, like nothing ever heals me

headache pounding hard as h+ll i can’t focused right
panicking, overthing, do this over night
getting the feeling that it might be just ovеr right
now i know i’m dying slow

feeling really weak, couldn’t walk on feet
headachеs and anxiety taking over me
called my homie donnie cause i thought i wouldn’t make it
he told me to keep strong cause he know that i can face it

terrified, traumatized
from the sh+t that i really went through
afraid to die, tear drops from my eye
tried to calm down like what can i do

what can i do
do, what can i do
i wasn’t made for this rapping sh+t but i still did it
making beats like uncle curty cooking up till i was finished
always focused on myself don’t need a b+tch to hurt my feelings

f+ck love that’s the thing that k!lls me
selfish toxic hoes always tryna get the real me
said they understand when i know d+mn well they don’t feel me
broken hearted, never fixed, like nothing ever heals me

headache pounding hard as h+ll i can’t focused right
panicking, overthing, do this over night
getting the feeling that it might be just over right
now i know i’m dying slow

fighting the demons and people can see it
i’m praying to jesus but no one believe it
and n+ggas don’t care about the way i’ve been treated
they’re trying to go beam me but no f+cking reason

i mean it when i say i’m heated
don’t call me a b+tch cuz for real i could get you defeated
people be feining, d+ck eating, wanting the smoke cause i got it if they really need it

yes i’m depressed, that don’t mean sh+t
i’m whooping your ass if you call me a b+tch
n+ggas just talking they all on my d+ck
dissing on me not making them rich
if you dissolve me that me no one is hearing your sh+t
people are fans do they want to pick
if you do not then f+ck off my d+ck

people just hate think i’mma cry
if you look up there’s no tears in my eyes
try to play me like stop with the lies
i don’t show emotion like n+gga just died

my feelings are gone, they’re deceased now
all of the pain have increased now

i wasn’t made for this rapping sh+t but i still did it
making beats like uncle curty, cooking up till i was finished
always focused on myself don’t need a b+tch to hurt my feelings

f+ck love that’s the thing that k!lls me
selfish toxic hoes always tryna get the real me
said they understand when i know d+mn well they don’t feel me
broken hearted, never fixed, like nothing ever heals me

headache pounding hard as h+ll i can’t focused right
panicking, overthing, do this over night
getting the feeling that it might be just over right
now i know i’m dying slow

- d b g baby lyrics

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