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Super fucking hard with the intro
Every-bod-y- CARES But- Dun-no what i BEEN THROUGH
Everybody stares
But can′t look at the mental
I've been painting pictures like a Bob Ross been cute

Murica Murica, but I′m a foreign
Ya'll Mother fuckers been acting like tourists
Pose in whips WE ALL KNOW That ain't yours bitch
I′m still shining hard when I′m riding my Taurus

When the world ain't asleep - they be Dissin on me
Studying WHERE LEX go
Talking all that shit need a Pepto
Tick-in′- little Time Bomb
DEAD POP, death BOX
Shit's getting HardWrite-My-Name in A Death Note


Shit′s getting HOT with the FLAMES
That i came in with - Burn em' all - Burn Em′ all
I'm Daenerys...
Climbing up the stairs
And my pants always tearing
Prolly end up dead End up dead!
I don't care bitch

WHAT THE FUCK YOU THINK WOULD HAPPEN?
Well not THIS- it′s- the worst fucking outcome
Live in a Par-a-Lel- Hole i crawled out from
Peep then it′s X
Then it's Nipsey and Malcom

Gotta STOP doing this shit to ourselves
′Come a statistic n' sit on a shelf
Celebrate all them when they′re in Good health
Appreciate ART with the Pulse that i Felt

Goinnnn in
Doing what they said they think i can't
Goal to win
LEXecute my lil plan

Do a Lap, run-a-way- then-i′m-coming- back- wit it

Run awayyy...
Run away...
Outer Space


Run awayyy...
Run away...
Outer Space

Dos-ing - off next gig
In A- nother - lane
Run- away Dissappear
Like I'm David Blaine
Breath-in- In- my nose
But - i can't - Feel Air
FIGHTor FLIGHT
Die Tonight
Take a knife
Slit, Slit, Slit
Su-i-cide doors now my car Need Prescript
Stick to a schedule can′t Stick to a scrupt
Asking me how they all think i′m Legit
But the truth is
I'm- CLUELESS- Cher Horowitz

Sharing a Kiss...
I′m just a Friend...
I'm way too anxious to be more than that
Best at a distance
And playing pretend
Can′t let you in cause my Life is a mess But i'm RUTHLESS... still kick in the Roof
If I didn′t- have- LEGS-if- im toothless
Still spitting bars but i'll stick with the Juices
No solid foods
But this Pudding Got Proof in it

Swinging from chandeliers
Swing from the Shade
That's what you threw me
Like fucking grenades

I′ll never get married not wifey material
I′m made of Hemp n' them Oats in your Cereal
Mommy′s a Rapper, ain't that shit Satyrical
The real beats n′ my Hands on the Steering Wheel
Um fearing death but i'm planning my FU-ner-AL
No WILL to Live so i′m writing my Will - I - AM
Ser-i-ous

Spilling the beans... pupils like peas
Eyes Big n' black like A Saucer with beams
Skin looking grey they all seeing' through me
See all my veins so you see how i bleed

Goin in circles won′t give me directions
Dreaming too big now i′m stuck in
Inception
I paid em' big just to give me infections
Sorry can′t help you but thanks for the CheK bitch

Run a-wayyy...
Run away
Outer-Space
I'm in Outer Space
Run Away...
Run A, Run Away...

Do a Lap, Run away then i′m coming back with it

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