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Regurgitating An Unpleasant Meal

 

Regurgitating An Unpleasant Meal

(album: B-Sides & Rarities Vol.4 [2006-2016] - 2016)


The only demon I know is the demon sleeping deep in my soul
Creeping, leeching off the pieces that I increase in trifold
Tryna reason with my weakness but they fear that I fold
Now either I'm bold or bleeding out
Feeling quite cold
Really now, be you my own?
Promises that I could never keep or try to own
So I plead to get a lead and put the stick to my dome
Neither high hopes
Nor people could have appeared and might know
Piercing my cerebral, I know
Thinking "why cope"
Thinking, "why sink in my own"
"Is the fire really my road?"
Figured out
Singing how, I'm different I'm woke
Wishing I'd simply die, wishing I'd croak
When I'm down, feeling blue, get the knife slow
I finna die, finna die, finna I choke
Flood the sky with my high smoke
Kiss me bye, soon as my [?] in my hole
Enterprise, energize, get up, I float
Get dependent on my inner cries, every five tokes
I get in my roll
Finally feeling quite whole
Finally being, I know
I am now equalized, realized home means nothing in the city
Screaming "legalize dope"
EXO

My momma used to feed me off food stamps
Now I got a few fans, got a few friends
Let my crew hang for a couple more years
And I'll swear I'll be Bruce Wayne with a loose wang
New king with the flow, push a sucker back
Put your favorite rapper's body in a duffel bag
Keep a Glock 9 with a rubber grip
Extra clip make that shit look like a fuckin MAC (Ayo, what the fuck, homie?)
Who the fuck do they think I is?
Gonna take a shit on the throne
And the whole game a couple years from now be thinking I'm rich
Ha
Talking like you bang, yeah packing homeboy?
My clique finna rush your ass quick
And if fuck it homeboy, start running home, boy
Now according to the internet
Everybody blood, everybody crip
Plus they all ain't about that life
So I swear to God I feel like taking everybody's shit
Shit, everybody, souls, everybody's words, flush 'em
Finna smoke a hundred blunts at everybody's function
Everybody lies
Not everybody, some
But I've been around the block, I know I'm nobodies junction

Uh, back in this hoe, who dominate
We're's weird as they get, and you common
Geiger [?]
Hoe, I'm too blunted
I keep it two hunnid
You talking too much, you'll trust you'll do nothing
With my crew running
And swinging two llamas
Going back back back
Back
Just do something, like
Back in this motherfucker like I never left
If you forgot then you better recollect
R-AV ill so you better show respect
Before I break your fucking neck, motherfucker
Back like I never fucking left, motherfucker
All you fuckers weak, out of breath, motherfucker
Putting you to sleep, you forget, motherfucker
Next motherfucker
Yes motherfucker

I can't go back
But I found out wings, they can't grow back
I shoulda known that
Now throwbacks it don't feel so bad
Thank you
Don't be so humble girl, yo, fuck all that
You have something I don't have
We've gained some things we've both lacked

Fatto

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