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Damn damn son where'd you find this
Dead bodies pile up under my eyelids
Keep my talking low cause I keep hoping people know
Boy your shit ain't bout to blow, stop with all the smoke show
Told her drop it low, stutter step and hit the road
Boy I'm like Chicago cold, feel me get up in your bones
Gripping Up the coat, ride it like a motorboat
Did this shit all by my lonely don't you try and call me bro
Let the record show, luke do not posses a soul
Michael Myers let it go, gothy bitches suck it slow
You can love or hate bitch it dont effect the day
I been out here chasing checks, you just out here chasing fame
Had to change the name, something I was proud to say
Something I was proud to leave at murders when I ran away
I am not a man, rising up out from the flame
Waka flocka with the mask, rock a choppa for the lame
Something wicked comes
Something brewing Up
I'm so far from done
I can't push enough
Mama was a rolling stone
Papa was a ghost
Never changed engrained why I do the most
Mama was a drinker
Papa really loved the coke
Never changed engrained why I do the most
Two shots bang
Let my nuts hang
Two shots bang
Big bucks wood grain
Do you love me so
Am I pitiful
Can you make me whole
Will I die this cold
Can I find a better way
Rollin like a fuckin train
Think I finally go insane
Triple h, I am the game
Hold it back, kill my soul
Deal with rats, never know
Do my best, no control
Hold me close, don't let go
Got that strap I blow my brains
Fuck your life I made my lane
Came up slow I can't be tamed
All my demons came to play
Mama was a rolling stone
Papa was a ghost
Never changed engrained why I do the most
Mama was a drinker