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I gotta bullet with your name on the fuckin' tip So close your eyes as I- Reaper creepin' slow Give me that motherfuckin' soul, mane Tryna stop me now I'm dead already, I feel no pain No need for guns Got a new scythe in the back, trunk Gotta get right when you act up Got a new blade, keep it up tucked Yuh If you want the smoke you better come with more than hollow tips You can find me in the cemetery, bring the crucifix Any weapon form against myself would never prosper I'm a beast on any track and any style and any genre I gotta bullet with yo- Oh my fuckin' god, shut the fuck up Tough luck, life sucks and now buck up Tell 'em touché, we're gonna be breachin' it's too late Send a bouquet and I'm done I hope they got a TV in the afterlife So I can watch the earth explode And replay it like every night Letras de cancionesI'm off of the meds and I'm already dead And I can't find a reason to try I'm tired of fakin' and tired of wakin' up There ain't a trace of a god So I'm feelin' something sinister inside again You sending shots and missing every single one So try again I gotta bullet with your name on the fuckin' tip So close your eyes as I- Walkin' right through the grate, okay It's just another day, bitch Take it all in and just pretend There's no such thing as an-guish Damn that's so edgy Prepare for death, I stay ready My sins, they weigh on me heavy But let's just act like I'm all good Hey, what are you doing? nothing Where are you going? nowhere I swear I'm just flippin' through my chapters I just stop, and I stare Hold up, give me some room to unwind Help me escape the confines Ain't life so crazy sometimes Wait my bad, I'm I gotta bullet with your name on the fuckin' tip Sorry I got existential What rhymes with that? Oh yeah, these instrumentals keep my mind intact I flash the green but oh no I can't hide the fact That everything isn't done So what? I can't rewind it back Yeah I take another hit Let me go talk my shit Only been a minute lemme run up in, and make you sick Everything's fucked, and it can't be fixed Left with no love, get what you give I guess that's how it is, such a pessimist I'm just carried by the wind This is how it ends From Letras Mania