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Off His Shit
A-Wall
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Can I talk my shit
Can I talk my shit
Yeah I just wanna talk my shit
Can I talk my shit (Can I really)
Can I talk my shit (Can I)
Yeah I just wanna talk my shit
'Cuz I'm off my shit
Can I talk my shit
Can I talk my shit
Yeah I just wanna talk my shit
Can I talk my shit (Can I really)
Can I talk my shit (Can I)
Yeah I just wanna talk my shit
'Cuz I'm off my, oh
Machine guns straight to your faces
In your head
I text her back
Grease go faces
I'm dat boy talkin' hot shit
That's crazy
Take your mans, now they askin' me
All these boys
Like your friends go ahead cuz I already played I
Already said that I'm making that bread
No Nutella
No butter
Tell em' that I'm fuckin' up the world
With no rubber
Ever wonder why
Every body gonna die
Every body wanna fly
If I don't like the future ima change it with that butterfly
Found his wings a couple times
When the lord will let me in the gaze 'cuz I'm a decent guy
Speaking of the afterlife
What if god is really like a ball of spaghetti flyin' in the sky
If all of y'all is wrong and then the other
Who the fuck is right
Just be careful not to tell to Christians "Jesus wasn't white"
Yikes
Can I talk my shit
Yeah I just wanna talk my shit
Can I really
Can I talk my shit
Yeah I just wanna talk my shit
'Cuz I'm off my shit
Well can I talk my shit
Can I talk my shit
Yeah I just wanna talk my shit
Can I talk my shit (Can I really)
Can I talk my shit (Can I)
Yeah I just wanna talk my shit
'Cuz I'm off my, oh
Machine guns don't got 7000 heads
I take a couple lives at the school
Now they dead
I'll paint the whole cafeteria room red
Now they all really tryna' act like they my friends
But instead I buried them under me
How I got this gun well
Uncle Sam just give to me
No body even checked to see what was wrong with me
Just another day
Another dollar
Another tragedy
I know I sound so sicko
I feel like I just stepped on a fuckin' lego
My president look like a fuckin' cream sicko
My idol wear his hat how the fuck do I let go
I'm gone
I've lost it
I'm way off, my shit
I can't stay, long
I need you to
Pray for
Pray for me
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