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$endnude$ - i wrote down my feelings and now my therapist hates me lyrics

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[intro: mark hollis]
another sigh with no regret
another sigh with no regret

[yung $lave]
its ya boy yung $lave
rose up from the grave
building 666 enclaves

lil ff-kkie coming straight out the gutter
your little sister i’ll smother
don’t bother calling your mother

when i pull up b-tches be thinking a second coming she won’t leave until the second i’m c-mming but snitches be scared for them i’m coming my triple six n-ggas be out for the moment they rollin’ they rollin’

[lil ff-kkie]
i woke up sad-ss in the morning
these thoughts i been forming
k!ll myself and no one’s f-ckin’ mourning
these thoughts ain’t calming
i’m not evolving i’m deforming
but these b-tches keep aggravating me
i’mma smash a f-cking hoe in

tried to hang myself last night but the noose broke, my n-gga woke, bouncing on your thotty and my door, no response from je$u$ they tryna feel us but they peel us b-tches tryna leave us
666 $lave
slowly crawling out his cave, gonna meet my f-cking maker
and when you open up my door i’ll take her back to the place where she f-ckin’ belongs

[yung $lave]
tell her to catch me outside of the subway
eat fresh blood dripping out of my forehead
n-ggas be chopping me up for they next meal
but the bullet in my f-ckin’ brain they will never feel

[je$u$]
i’m probably just an anomaly but i’m creating a theology cause i’m a f-cking god
these n-ggas wanna f-ck with a godd-mn deity but they know not of my f-ckin’ ability to k!ll a f-cking hoe

[lil ff-kkie]
my deepest emotions bear nothing but violence
but outside appearance shows nothing but silence i’m closing my eyelids see wonderful islands but wake up next morning i’m crying for my f-ckin’ death

200 on my account
always be makin’ it count
ain’t got no grams no i’m working with these f-ckin’ pounds
phone call in the morning my body’s f-ckin’ found

[je$u$]
yung $lave just a part of the pavement
walking out the bas-m-nt, a fine strut
coppers lookin’ at me but i still keep my mouth shut
never trust a n-gga cause i’m gonna end up f-cking shot, then i’m gonna f-cking rot!

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