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wedding rat - tired prod. biv lyrics

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(zebedee)
(intro)
i guess i was stupid for trying
i guess i was stupid for crying
i guess i was stupid for dying
but you broke my heart with all of your lying
im fighting the urge to lie in the dirt
blood on my shirt my lungs are so hurt
im getting that cancer
smoking for answers
druugs are my manners
i am so damaged
why would you do me like this
we were planning on reaching the top
we werent gon stop
lining my wrist
yeah the blood forms a clot
you rappers are hungry gon look for the top
will never stop
this ain’t no race but im here for the gaup
take it and rake it im here and im hot
new on the scene
attacking the block
look at the monsters who calling the shots
running the world like we slaves and gon rot
look out the systm got flaws in its lock
take out our keys and well open the dock
im here for my brothers who died to the drugs they supply us
like counting on counterfit
most of us wanna quit
hook line an sinker
were stuck like a f-cking stick
here to come break down on all of your f-cking sh-t

(bridge)
ive been on my own two weeks
my head hurts so d-mn much im freaked
geeked
walking through the streets
laughing at the pain while im taking f-cking heaps
of the medicince
i was feeling sick now i do it for my better meant
all you f-cking rappers talking like you know the recipe
but im the chef cooking up a storm im gonna watch you freeze

(bridge)
see i just tried to die last night
i ain’t tell noone i was quiet last night
no it ain’t the first time i ain’t lying alright
and no it ain’t the last time ill be trying alright

(outro)
f-ck all these people who saying we faking
yeah living this life it got me acting vacant
its blatant you hating and baiting me into a trap
calling me names and this shaming its wack
take out the trash all you rappers are cr-p
recycle your raps and i write a new track

(outro)
i hold my bottle addicted to trap
addicted to smack
smacking the next b-tch who say it ain’t facts
say i ain’t dying like all of my raps
can’t you see all of the cracks
i guess you too busy making all these racks



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