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You cum rag
Take a drag and toss it
You got it
You hot shit
You used up
Drugged up cup turned to slut

To get by
To get high
To stay fly
I get it
Rather have your brain fry
I get it!
I get it!

Skating
Masturbating

Degenerates have to stay faded
Only way to make me not so jaded
Always dehydrated never quite sated
Peak of the trip
Is this really it?

Decapitated mouse in the trap with a gat and a note
Huh bitch
I guess he misspoke
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Technical difficulties
My misery follow me everywhere
I ain't paying no train fare

Voids as deep as acid trips in cosmo ships so hard he dips

Feeling the shit I'm feeling this shit
I'm off a lonely spliff on delancey st
Mobbin' one man fleet
Tryna keep it discreet
Met up with Lucy my third eye bugging
My ego shedding off my skin
Copped a new one made of tin

Outsider I'm that nigga on mad gliders

Self destruction overhead posted in Afghanistan
My eyes tie dyed mandala breath got me closer to death

Nine in the waistband bitch meet my demand
Open the box inside your severed hand

Job for you slob since you see fit to rob
Slob on the knob like it's corn on the cob

Whips and chains
Yeah
Feel my slain

Soul chilling in a moldy bowl

Dopamine famine
Black market dragon
Death to he who dares to frame

Slice a dame to cop some lamebrain that make me feel not so lame