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how it finds you

by 4TTICS

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surfing pikachu 02:02
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I need money, I need hoes I need you to be at my show I need you to say I won't make it That's okay, you know it's all vacant I need weed, I need blow I need you to go the fuck home I need something else I can't take this There's no way they always love hating Tell me what you mean when you tell me you believe If they all stay asleep is it always in a dream Can't think straight, or pay attention to your speech Put the Subway Surfer back up on the screen Don't live don't learn, baby, ain't no in between Watch me bleed on a stage, never on a TV Saw me at a party, tried to make me rap for free It's with urgency that I don't need that I need money, I need hoes I need you to be at my show I need you to say I won't make it That's okay, you know it's all fake and I need weed, I need blow I need you to go the fuck home I need something else I can't take this There's no way they always love hating Why they all up on my dick when i aint drop in a min When I finally come back, it's the opposite of mid What the fuck you thought that you was gon get from the fucking kid It's the dude, it's the man, why you acting like a bitch I just spit off the top off my dome cuz I really don't give any fuck what you know Fucking the beat with my dick, fucking the beat with yo bitch We having a threesome on this song And I don't really give no fuck about the end of this song because the first part was really good And I already did the hook twice
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nobody likes you when you're 23 even though i'm 24 01:43
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So confused at 23 why I feel the need to drink When my family bought it for me at 13 Thought it better that I did it under their supervision I fill water bottles up with vodka crying in the kitchen Every day another mission, another pointless shit to get Know he probably should be fostered, may be better off dead Can't even tell if I'm just lazy or depressed Think I know my worth one minute then the next I'm worthless I'm fiscally retarded, made my long distance girlfriend wait regardless If the rent is paid or tank is full I'm full of shit for thinking that I'm stable Capable of love or deserving of it Wonder why I even started in the first place I got put on Zoloft now I cannot even masturbate Tryna get it up like tryna make my music circulate Relapsing on weed cuz what else can I even say Homie got the bong with a glass bit that percolates Then I wonder why I'm seeing triple vision crossfade Pop another X and I can probably touch a light ray Leave it in the past I'm trying to make it to the next day Okay, we getting sober boys Trying to stop my constant bitching but I'm pissed at life conditions Long as I can make you happy, at least one of us is winning My dream doesn't come equipped with a picket fence All I want to do is speak my truth and roll a couple heads
3.
peach death 01:35
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Everyone is famous now from the comfort of a couch Nothing left to talk about I think I'd rather live inside a cabin made of shit somewhere out in the sticks Half a century of this and we still serving dick And we still murder kids, put something up in the brick Hit a lick, fuck a bitch, then put her in trafficking Shit is sick, can't blame nobody shaming or hating this If you want artistic vision you painfully gotta dig Look at him, famous rapper guy did a crime We should focus on that instead of our own lives Isn't really worth a dime if it's not online TMZ will show the end and we'll all just die Everyone is learning how, making money selling pounds Nothing left to talk about, nothing isn't meaningful We rubbing off the serial Documenting torment as a means of new material Needing to be imperial That's why all my new shit so weird Quit my job turn a night to a whole year Tried to get it back, everything I had Gonna leave me empty, shell of a man saying things you won't hear Opposite of dirty south, 315 we blowing loud We don't give a fuck about the fame, bitch we moving now We are not the same as all these lame "rappers seeking clout" Everything I mentioned in this song is what we do without Opposite of John Cena, bitch, you can see me now All I see is real screaming at me dancing in the crowd No gassing up these addicts I'm an asshole when I'm making sounds Let him lay back we can send his ass to Crouse
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get your money back 01:54
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If it's all said and done, better run Homie you don't gotta worry bout me We can stare at the sun til it's gone Burning strong til it make your lungs weak I can lift myself from bed, tell me is that good enough Save my habit of neglect focus on some human fun A bit of something out of hand, little more of shit to crush Telling me how to relax, why don't you shut the fuck up Even if my legs get broken on the road I'ma crawl, drag myself across the ground til it's done I heard everyone around is talking, not about love It's a dub, go and get your money back, this shit sucks Say what's up, but don't ask for a hug Homie do not lay a finger on me Raise a toast, take it with me in the tub Think about it every time i get clean Silly old me, no forest no trees Just a little bit of weed and a handle half empty We think a lot of nothing and it's something plain to see I'm stunned and clusterfucked I think I'm much too late to hit my peak I can't even look ahead, turned my back on everyone Toggle music in my head, will it ever be enough I'm not even really mad, expect a win just when I lost Telling me how to relax, maybe I'll shut the fuck up If it's all said and done, better run I'ma crawl If it's all said and done, better run I'ma crawl Crawl Even if my legs get broken on the road I'ma crawl, drag myself across the ground til it's done I heard everyone around is talking, not about love It's a dub, go and get your money back, this shit sucks

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released September 13, 2023

produced by fony wallace, ottoXL, dover, & 1mains <3

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