| Brocken bottles, it’s laying in the ends, it’s laying in the ends
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| Another kid is dead, another feen is dead, ah yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah
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| Brocken bottles next to the syringe, I saw the nitty crack
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| His overdose is my mistake, yeah
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| I do apologise, I did it for some nice things
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| I did it for some finer things
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| This hectic life of sin, this hectic runs for cling
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| I got some gill to swallow, can’t even trust my shadow
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| Yeah and I’m feeling so callus
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| Re-up, I’m waiting for cargo, huncho, huncho, yeah
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| I don’t jump on the bandwagon
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| Can’t keep having my pants saggin', yeah wow, wow
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| My brudda knows yeah my waves, so he’s too wagon
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| This the high fashion, never was life lavish
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| Now I leave a bitch ass-matic
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| Pull up and pull up in 4matic's, jump out like what’s crackin'? |
| yeah
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| We ain’t the same, and I ain’t got a brain, I ain’t into no back stabbing
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| Still stack-stacking, get a pack packin'
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| I do not deal with no hasbins, I never have been nah
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| Don’t try advise me nah, our minds not collide g no, no
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| Brocken bottles, it’s laying in the ends, it’s laying in the ends
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| Another kid is dead, another feen is dead, ah yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah
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| Brocken bottles next to the syringe, I saw the nitty crack
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| His overdose is my mistake, yeah
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| I do apologise, I did it for some nice things
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| I did it for some finer things
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| This hectic life of sin, this hectic runs for cling
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| I got some gill to swallow, can’t even trust my shadow
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| Yeah and I’m feeling so callus
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| Re-up, I’m waiting for cargo, huncho, huncho, yeah
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| Life of finer things
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| Nice times when had rings
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| But it’s not nice when you stay back and I wrapped in these suits
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| Life was great until I started learning things
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| Now my heard is fed up with this world that I’m stuck in
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| Brocken bottles, brocken bottles
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| No, no, no, no
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| Brocken bottles, brocken bottles
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| No, no
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| Nicer things, life we live
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| No, no, no
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| This brocken bottle
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| No, no, no, no |