To find the room where mama was hung, her pajamas undone on the working stool
I am a lyrical criminal hunting your kids outside of middle school
Yep she's on x, i called that bitch speed burst
But most of all mines broken first
I'm forever dope, you can check your schedule
They never should of booted me outta reform school
When i first came to the school we hung out every day
Feeling like these rap niggas ain't as real as they say
I turn 20 next month, and for the first time
Go inside the mind, you will find the mine
The top of the very first inning
Gotta h town girl, codeine sipping
Maybe he'll listen in his casket -- the aftermathmore bodies being buried
First floor, so it was easy to creep. i knew her from school but we never would speak.
Earl sweatshirt, tyler, the creator
Eight full rounds of birthdays, a first grader
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