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repea - apocalypse lyrics

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woah, two days till i turn myself in woah
loose ways to cut off fake hoes like (woah)
if you run from yourself
then you never know exactly just what you is running from
if you run from yourself
the you never know exactly just what you is running from

these days i feel sad as f+ck
cheap tapes got me mad as f+ck
pouring out, for a couple bucks
cuz right now, no one gives a f+ck
popping out for a little luck
shout ’em out for a little love

little faith, i look up above
never coming down

take a trip to a little town
wounds healing, now we patching up
migraines cuz heavy lays the crown
my brain never settles down
three versions of single track, in single week, what the f+ck is that
come here and cut me some slack
i love pressure but can’t handle that

word to my momma she blessed now
word to my granny she safe now
all this money that i save now
might go out and buy a safe now
a safe haven
we in the same places
decades later we stay raking
stay awake till the approaching day
that all my family is well sustained

my momma love me i’m blessed
my mind is clear, no stress
my exes still love me i’m blessed
it’s a shame i just do not reply to their texts

woah, two days till i turn myself in woah
loose ways to cut off fake hoes like (woah)
if you run from yourself
then you never know exactly just what you is running from
if you run from yourself
the you never know exactly just what you is running from

what was i running from?
the pressure been on since god made me
some devils and failures
i still push the payload
your lil’ link will never press me, huh?

these them dade+county dreams
like when granny’s couch had a lean
like when pd called to the scene
while i slept on floors with the fiends
took my ego out the trench
been through h+ll
what is next?
my old shorty still love me
it’s a shame she ain’t close to my best

my time is too high cost
for a silver spoon to whine and deflect
my price just ain’t high enough
i ain’t know my worth ‘til i bled on the pen

woah, two days till i turn myself in woah
loose ways to cut off fake hoes like (woah)
if you run from yourself
then you never know exactly just what you is running from
if you run from yourself
the you never know exactly just what you is running from

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