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yin the reaper - missdirected. (problem child.) lyrics

[verse]
i know you hear me when i’m yellin’
girl you make me crazy, gon’ turn me to a felon
i’m thinkin’ violently, high degrees
might just be me
thinkin’ i’m too good for me to be free
from all the vanities
book me please, ‘imma plead insanity
what happen to the code, man
i thought you call me family
i guess, sh+t changes when you ‘wan [?], huh
i ain’t got a dolla’ in my pocket
but i’m blown, huh
guess i gotta pay my bills and maybe take a loan, huh
maybe if i didn’t take these pills maybe i’d feel grown up
i never own up to being missdirected
split a b+tch legs, milk her [?] like a nesquick
we is the bestest
see if you could check this
if you think you blessin’ me with yo’ message, please
take a step to the left like a referee
(i’m just, talkin’ my sh+t)
[chorus]
blood in my hand, [?] in my head, busy
textin’ my phone, feelin’ alone, miss me?
blood in my hand, [?] in my head, busy
textin’ my phone, feelin’ alone, you miss me?
blood in my hand, [?] in my head, busy
textin’ my phone, feelin’ alone, you miss me?

[verse 2]
you hidin’ it
denyin’ it, hope no one tries your sh+t
could lock a box and toss the key
you know that no one’s buyin’ it
i’mma just
watch you as your world starts to burn
take all of the ashes and throw remains up in a urn
scattered my brain matter and hope that
these sane actors can play me in plays after
they find me in the back with a black [?] and a gray saturn
not earl but i’m wave+cappin’
steerin’ it like a ship so they call me the the wave captain
and don’t wave when you hate, cousin
i know that you always fakin’, dyin’ to say somethin’
even in relationships i can be crazy, f+ck it [?]
i might pull up on a kid and put two shots up in his ribs
if ya’ll keep actin’ like you hot up on the block
whose mans is this
girl you wylin’, callin’ me up on the phone
knowin’ it’s 2 am in the morning
oh we [?], i’m just zonin’
you n+ggas clonin’
and if you know it, girl you own it
[verse 3]
if i could
die homie
i would die only
if i could just die hopin’ that i could survive chokin’
if i spit it, i wrote it
so watch me arise [?]
but my n+ggas ride for me
gon’ pull up and drive slowly like
“mama, why they call me a monsta'”
i’m thinkin’ homicide
right side shootas’ like it’s contra
“mama, they don’t think i got this sh+t on my conscience”
“why they wanna hide when i’m recitin’ my mantra”
i’m drinkin’ cyanide spiked, no vodka
maybe put bananas on the choppa’
just so i could put up to my lip like the zoloft
ride back, drink another 40, stunt [?] to doze off
gimme six minutes, n+gga
have ’em [?] a sawed+off
i’on like yo [?] petty n+gga
miss me at the roll call
n+gga
(haha)

- yin the reaper lyrics

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