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gryps - stomach cancer lyrics

i been delusional since 13
i been unmovable since 19
give a f+ck ’bout what suitable for y’all please
y’all been like the crucible
century 17th
spray water at you witches
give a f+ck bout a thing
never trust y’all b+tches
never give y’all things
stay tucked, couple switches in case you wanna be another angel on the team
y’all don’t know bout the lev’
give a f+ck ’bout me (yuh, aye!)
drop the pill, my tummy dancing
count the cash, the money rampant
i’m nervous, i feel my tummy cramping
shorty say i’m stomach cancer the way i keep the money spreading
everyone in my pockets deaded
sip the wock, i’m walking dead b+tch
doctor said i’m popping meds too often
texas where i’m from where 44s gon’ get tipped and frozen wrists the norm wit no exceptions
no advice, ignore deception
even when you got no direction, don’t look back, ignore reflection

what have i become? a sh+ll of my former
another high late night, i might succumb to the boredom
push my boundaries ’till i’m sound asleep
tolerance gon’ get past the border
different color pills
ocd od, how many times could i have sort them?
i’d call me a fool if i tried and sold them
my shorty gon’ carry the pole like a totem
she upping that b+tch if you say she ain’t tote them and once she start spraying, there ain’t no controlling
+like how in the f+ck is my soul what i’m selling when i’m holding it front of you whenever i start flowing?
ion even know where the f+ck i been going but i know what’s gon’ happen if i don’t stop the pouring

what have i become?
a sh+ll of my former
heart made up of stone but these walls round it made of mortar
fist balled with the cash, i wonder how far i could throw it?
hoe wanna come on over so i ask her what’s her motive?
put the game up in my palms
i wonder how long i could i hold it?
put the fame outta reach of arms
i’m wondering how long till i’m folding
know i can’t control it
pop until my mouth foaming
pop until the sun showing
pop till stomach line corroding
drop the pill, my tummy dancing
count the cash, the money rampant
i’m nervous, i feel my tummy cramping
shorty say i’m stomach cancer the way i keep the money spreading
everyone in my pockets deaded
sip the wock, i’m walking dead b+tch
doctor said i’m popping meds too often
texas where i’m from where 44s gon’ get tipped and frozen wrists the norm wit no exceptions
no advice, ignore deception
even when you got no direction, don’t look back, ignore reflection
shorty say i’m stomach cancer

[sara:]
levi…
levi!
wake up… cmon!
wake the h+ll up, levi!

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