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Post Mortem Report
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Down from the way to the club, what?
Shawty get low get nuts, word.
All the way dawn to the dust
Get to the bad, start with the worst, ay
Cut to the chase
Head kinda blurry from the hit to face
Thats kinda funny what you said about the place
Hips tryna walk away the guilt and the pain, ay
What you gotta do to get away? ah
How the fuck you gonna stay awake? Now,
Listen to the medication break-down
Pray that this is all that it will take, uh
Every time you bout to go hard, better check against the tide that is coming with a cyclone in it
Guess I gotta really go now cause I do not wanna be the one to fight nor win it
Man you ever been deceived? Ever felt like you've been used?
Got my pen to the pad, with the words of a fool
Quit the shit, that aint cool
Fuck your face, then you too
Where you goin? Whats your move?
Fuck a fam, fuck with you
Bout the 20-100 times that you bring it back
Cut the middlemen around, get a front attack
Carry manyfold blues in my fanny pack
Funny aint got shit to loose, guess I finna drag
Dont you know that I was so confused
Waking up
Just dont know what to do
Now I know that I dont give a fuck
Listen up Im talking to you too
Ask for it too and get jawed by the price
Sick of this shit man Im out for a fight
Mask on my face as I count out the night
Chances are we're gon' die here tonight
When you bout go down hard, better check it that you gonna have some "bye-bye" business
What you got to lie for now? Cause you never really sabotaged the cyclone, aint it?
Im talking, possibly.
Sincere love, Im talking to me.
Wish you here when Im starting to bleed.
Aint no fear when Im out on the beat.
Criss cross wish I was out on a beach.
Yes yes yes, Im starting to see
Fight that light when hike back
Psych that rhyme when you fight back, Ah
Word goes out to the times.
This might hurt, just might cry.
Best not be on our worst light.
Se la vie' on my line
Big fat dick im elastic
break that bitch made of plastic
Batman out on the front seat.
Bitch Im ill, man Im not sick.
Dont you know that I was so confused
Waking up
Just dont know what to do
Now I know that I dont give a fuck
Listen up Im talking to you too
What you do when you're halfway assaulting
20 dudes in an office apartment
I could not even soft up a heartbreak
You should not even talk to your offspring
Got no time for your offbeat emotion
Cut the crap, cut the half packed bullshit
Take it back give your mom an abortion
All the way till the wonder repultion
Dont say you'll party with me
Judge me now Im partially clean
But thats how Im part of the beef
Fuck thats out, Im passing the leaf
Quit shouting the sound outta me
Quick call its the start of defeat
Wish for all just to crack back
Shit thats all Imma head back, Ah
Whats this talk bout misfire?
What's the truth, whats not lies?
Watch me crush on this side, outback countryside
Little bit of this anorexic
Heartfelt cringe intoxic
What you can do when you're false
like you never grew when you fall
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