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Rxseboy

end of the year v7

 

end of the year v7


Seven, Seven, Seven
It's good luck to all of us
'Cause we're all gonna need it

Yeah
Another year is coming to an end
I only dropped two songs and lost a hundred friends
Now people say I'm falling off like it was my intent
But I still got they girl throwing ass in my new Mercedes Benz
Stop talking to me little bro 'cause you ain't saying shit
Making false claims on my name no explaining it
Buddy out of lies, there's timer, so there's no saving him
Let's send him back to school I think he needs to graduate again
Damn, people's ego are enormous
Same type of people only worry 'bout the forbes list
Damn, while they're searching for endorsements
The worlds gonna end, catch me laying on my Porsche bitch (that was sick)
I used to blow bubbles like a koi fish
Now I'm at a show with a shorty and in a corset
Think about life three-forty in the morning
Like what is our reality if everyone ignores it
Yeah, I'm scared for twenty-twenty three
I need a bunker staying comfy with no company
War's getting waged while the wage isn't equal
Now the pay getting lower then the drugs getting lethal
I lost a lot of great people to a tiny pill bottle
I don't wanna make a sequel to a truth I can't swallow
I should probably pay the reaper to come take me out tomorrow
But I know to step back 'cause even demons feel sorrow and regress
It's hard to tell myself that they won't love me less
Said she really love me, never said it with her chest
I be spending money 'cause I hate feeling depressed
Maybe I should save a little bit and go invest
But what's the point if I don't live long
Wanna feel joy but I end up getting pissed off
Gotta get my bag up, write a couple sick songs
Money do a cartwheel, R-I-P to 6 dogs
Back in January, didn't eat for six days
Had a whole family saying I was bitch made
A hopeless romantic, knew I had to switch face
Asking 'bout my income, I think maybe we should say grace

'Cause I think you need it
Stop acting so conceded
Even if you never meant it
Just be happy you weren't mentioned
In V7

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