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lord $hredda - death of me lyrics

[intro]
lord, fours up
dynasty

[hook]
i don’t get no rest until i rest in peace
baby can you love me? or what’s left of me
i need you close, but there’s no helping me
i’m just praying the drugs ain’t the death of me
i don’t get no rest until i rest in peace
baby can you love me? or what’s left of me
i need you close, but there’s no helping me
i’m just praying the drugs ain’t the death of me
[verse 1]
yeah i showed you love but you was blinded to the fact
yo’ n+gga don’t want no smoke, hе want faith like a pack
married to the lifеstyle, it’s like i made a pact
took another xanny, just to see if i relax
heard the news about q+mack and didn’t know how to act
death is all around me and i’m dressed in all black
momma think i’m too attached to pillies like they snacks
i gotta stay rollin’ so i’m off another batch
back to the paper, like a n+gga turned the page
i try to escape but i think its way too late
drugs is my fate like i’m [?]
took my drugs by the trinity i feel like i’m blade
2017 in the challenger dodging pain
three pipes in the whip, half times i can’t explain
b+tch in the driver’s seat just in case we pulled over
probably ’cause ten times out of ten i wasn’t sober

[hook]
i don’t get no rest until i rest in peace
baby can you love me? or what’s left of me
i need you close, but there’s no helping me
i’m just praying the drugs ain’t the death of me
i don’t get no rest until i rest in peace
baby can you love me? or what’s left of me
i need you close, but there’s no helping me
i’m just praying the drugs ain’t the death of me
[verse 2]
so much weight on my shoulders that i’m startin’ to get sore
can’t bottle up my emotions, no not no more
i get throwed, just to hide the pain, i have a four
depression is a genie bottle up in my core
it was bottled up, now it’s bottoms up chase the fear
real n+ggas here so you know our problems near
pop another perc just to keep my brain clear
i’m mixin’ prescriptions that’s what my momma may fear
i don’t do this for fun i’m emotionally distant
beg for my sanity, never beg for forgiveness
it was like [?], i went from rags to riches
but with every bag i got reality turned fiction
cough syrup, on a four
godd+mn i ain’t coughing
momma think a n+gga have strep throat too often
early morning poppin’ sippin’ like i’m gettin’ coughin’
at least four times i was ‘posed to be in that coffin

- lord hredda lyrics

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