Everybody judging off a single i ain't even pick
Know now that i am an american years later isolated
But for now i am still strugglin like ghandi
But respect is more real, and ambition the key
Harder to quit, the cigarettes and green bags
Now here i am three months later, full blown relapse
Paid well, like she supposed to, i'm a made man
But now i realize it completes who i am.
I'm here tryin' to pull you through
And now here i am talking to you
Ima lay it down and have myself a taste
I am done i cannot be saved
Must be something you want me to see
I guess now i'm done telling this story,
Now sing with me: i am gonna cut my wrists
The mask is on 'em like a catholic service
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