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dead breed - therapy lyrics

[verse 1: freechristiian]

yes, i’m depressed so i’m writing in h-ll
and i can’t beat the less if my mind is in jail
can’t cope with the stress ’cause i fail when i’m blessed
i’m a piece of sh-t nicknamed the irs
if i didn’t have to guess, man i’m feeling kinda fresh
vans on my back brotha i digress
raising middle fingers like flowers in the spring
brotha how you ain’t little if i ain’t even feel a sting?
five hours later had a visit with my shrink
he says i don’t blink
and my mind’s down the sink
as i take a drink, man
you know what i think?
kids like me, man
they almost f-cking extinct
the others too busy, man
forgetting the plan
i see what’s in my hands
i plan to sell out stands
plan to blow up amps
you mad because you can’t
mad because the hype ran
so you blowin’ grams
blowin’ your hope, man
you smoke so you can cope
i’m kinda smart though
so i’m smoking my quote
parents i been failin’ ’em
’cause i’m a teenage alien
but i’m good at being me
so i ain’t complaining
please don’t get me wrong, i love my dad and mom
they just p-ss me off sometimes, i’m seventeen
what do you expect from me?
if you ain’t sittin’ next to me?
i breathe rap music
dead breed ’til the death of me
i exhale hurricanes
it’s over for these f-cking lames
honestly, it’s insane
how boring these kids can be
while i’m chillin’ with artists
pens be our infantry
you better start running
if i find out what your act is
stay in school, b-tch
’cause my lyrics k!ll fast kids
make you all sh-t bricks
like you took some laxatives
busy making threats
’cause i got acid on my axes
freechristiian
a.k.a. the vans gargantuan

[verse 2: kristofire]

christiian, these kids are straight gimmicks
don’t let ’em kick it
my lyrics really burn
i got cigarette lipstick
man, i hate the suburbs
i’m ripping up pickets
middle finger stickin’ up
when i say “what’s up?”
fishing with some hooks
these lames finna bite
swishers getting rolled
and cooked and then i light
verses get my notebook
smoke cook when i write it
my lyrics like quotes from books
you need to cite it
stampin’ up my p-ssport
born, i step down
“dead breed, chill
you kids need to put the pen down”
you lames are just doubting
why you upset now?
lames start hushin’
playin’ russian roulette now
these kids skipping lessons
so they bad at math
they can’t count their blessings
so they spear it in half
i suggest they start meditating
and be patient
before their heart aching
man, really there’s no mistaking
ignoring my potential
getting existential as f-ck
made my words be in vain
my spiritual drain
as i cut you off
like a vein and a razor blade
get out of my face
i’m just looking for a straight way
out of this place
hopefully i’m gone without a trace

[outro: freechristiian]

d-e-a-d, breed
d-e-a-d, breed
d-e-a-d, breed
d-e-a-d
d-e-a-d
dead breed fm
banging on your fm
twenty eighteen
yeah

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