Took my heart and buried it deep, left me to sweep up the pieces and quietly weep.
She's bound to be bitchin if she hasn't got a fix inso... now i lay me down to sleep
Z-y-l-o/ the thoughts in my head are problematic
And put together a million march for some gangsta shit
Climbing up the pole, jack and the beanstalk, bitch it's gold
I've been so tired, all my songs are so blatant and cold,
Maybe my wounds are just to deep,
Indubitably i'm too street
I'm ready to hit 'em with this gift
Kill it frozen bars, catch a cold case focused
Dope enough to snort crack and sit the fuck still
Check this- i'm fucked gone mental, these thoughts are my stencil
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