| 3:35 AM in the morning |
| Yawn and stretch and I reach for the door |
| Stepping on the balcony |
| Looking at the headstone |
| Smoking as I glance at the one that say Bones |
| Deadgirls wanna win a date with the skeleton |
| So they going down like there's a |
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| in her bow |
| Crying in my grave, beach pier at the bay |
| Now the ground start shaking and the tomb split open |
| Covered in soil I rose from the Earth |
| DNA cursed been a bane since birth |
| My boots got dirty and my blunt got burnt |
| Drop a tear for the bed |
| I didn't know you was hurt |
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| Six feet deep, sleep, peace for thee, in winter weather |
| Everything cold beset it |
| I could go to bed forever |
| (What?) |
| Every single second in this so-called life |
| Blunts up by the bed made it through last night |
| Chuckle in the back, everything's going right |
| Mixed with the feeling I don't feel alright |
| Why must I steady play with the fire |
| Blank inside, but it made me feel alive |
| The echoes scream from inside my mind |
| Blades on me everytime I ride |
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| Windows down, pistols hanging out, dead motherfucker |
| Buck 'em down, chalk 'em out, base shots, no duckin' (What?) |
| Weapon on me, by my 'lone-y |
| Say you trippin', bitch come show me |
| Fuck yo' clique, bitch fuck yo' homie |
| Keep that iron like Robert Downey |
| Barely crying, made me dire |
| Woke up to the planet I been |
| Doomed to dwell on, fucking cell |
| We livin' in it every night |
| And every day's another chance to get it right |
| So I keep trying |
| Say you feel me, but you lying |
| You will pole up from the violence |
| I will look right in his eyes and crack a smile |
| This cracker's wildin' |
| AK bigger than a lineman |
| Intercept ya, perfect timing (Yuh) |
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| Lay down that 517 |
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