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exitdread - master slave lyrics

yuh
wake up feeling fried
like i lost my f+cking mind
dont wanna do some sh+t sometimes
then it remind
then i remember that theres a life out there for me
that i wanna chase
that i wanna feel like its life
nah
not just a dream

im a assh0l+
and my pants swole
cuz my pockets got so big from all this cash flow
when i ride my row boat
your hoe
gonna ask me to go slow
but nah hoe
imma goat show

shut that mouth
and give me more throat throat
pull em panties to the side
cuz im leavin when i bust my load hoe

gotta go hoe
gotta glow mo
my b’s guaranteed like a road show
chasе no m’s
its implied like my name on thе scoreboard
skin thin n you seein my bones bones
but it stay thick from all the frozen shoulders
acting friendly but diggin my tomb to bury my bones bones
slaved away years of my life
thinkin id get far if all i do was climb
did it so many f+ckimg times i forgot how to climb
so i said f+ck it

imma jump and hope i fly

breakin the chains that keep me drowning
like a hopeless soul a walkin n talking
stalking but never barking
dont beg for a bargain
this pain i carry it make me harden
corps
corpse no remorse
buckin like a horse
but power like i got the force
walk into stores and its like a lockdown on all the floors
they got the glocks and the m4s
me im the soldier made of the diamond bones
stained steel, no achylis heel, scarred skin
that forgot how to feel
so quick to heal that its hard to think it was real
f+ck what is real
f+ck what is real
f+ck what is real

cards on the table like there is a deal
become one of them
for me is no deal
severed the chances when they poisoned my meal

locked me away put me in a cage when i showed no f+cking sign of rage

dealt with the bills of kids and parents who rode on rich wheels
pants khaki a flannel clockin out like a number on a panel
working overtime hopin id live a rich life
goin 30 plus miles every drive to a sight where the sun was robbed of its light
and so was my life
fillin out forms and gettin fired for doin much more
bein better and doin the job of four
learning the rules, regulations and safety codes
to leave knowin there’s gotta be more
theres gotta be more
moved states across the map
not a bill to pay for a fuciing way back
got the job to sit on my ass paid to say i did this and did f+cking that
to be treated like a number on their track pad
another number on their track pad

another number on their track pad

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