This is a song about "Your gone die by yourself"

But don't fall asleep

And kill yourself and your clique

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List if things that i would die for such as to be kissed by your amazing lips

Nothens changedcause in tha came it's a steady aimfuck friends

If you trynna stack your paper you better do it by yourself

Some niggas slept on me but i dont see the snoring

I'll save you mary jane, but she gone by the morning

Three j's took me this high

Now its your turn to die

I got that vicious flow, moncler winter coat

And by god when she's gone you wanna slit your throat

When i'm low, she take me high

Then i get hit by a car and die

To my young nationparticipation, more hesitation could turn lethal

Now your model, normally docile wife is gone, ticked by an illogical quarrel