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Afterlife
Mortua
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Got my own friend won't speak me
I smoking more then an eighth a week
Double that and see my passion fade
From life it's self I dig a grave
But everyday I click replay
And live my life till passed away
The better days seem far away
But hardly do I feel the same
Waking up and see
That I'm on the scene
A soul to keep
From popping cheap
Them pills were laced with Fetty
Just had plenty so I fell asleep
When they bag up
Just properly
Avoid from claiming robbery
My fate was on the property of Lucifer and honestly
Y'all help me when you like this music
Lately I've been going through it
Feels like I'm alone and can't atone
So I might say just screw it
Careful with your life or lose it
Bigger bite then you could chew
And now I'm six feet deep
The blackest sheep
Will end up in the ruins
Running around in my mind till I'm feeling exhausted I hope that I end at the top
People around me they think that I've lost it
Begging me six will you stop
Nah
The bigger the problems the more that I'm honored when given this pistol a pop
The blood on the walls when I drop the revolver
To give you some caution, the barrel is hot
They story of a sad life
You know that you ain't acting right
So step up to the after life
And please don't make me ask you twice
Cause life itself came with a price
You pay your dept when smoking pipes
And surely I have earned my stripes
So don't act shocked when I have died
Oh nice
I'm going through times
Thinking no life
Death seems kind of fine
And my whole life
I just wanna die
Saying oh nice
Take a pill at a time
Oh nice
I'm going through times
Thinking no life
Death seems kind of fine
And my whole life
I just wanna die
Sayin oh nice
Take a pill at a time
I ask the homie Triple six "like why we so satanic bitch?"
I just don't believe in god the way he make me panic uh
I don't feel organic, still I'm manic every day
But they don't call it suffering, step in my shoes, well what you think?
I call it pain but its a stain up on my resume that will not go away
I try again with no complaints but now she left, well what remains?
I guess another another bottle of this fucking Percocet will make this shit all go away
I pass away, fast lane, keep my brain, I don't like my memories
I want them to fade away, especially the ones that have your face
I sealed my fate and locked away my soul for decades at a time
I crucify myself and turn my blood to wine for extra time
Live, Laugh, Love Fuck
I've been running out of luck
Suicidal anthem that I'm singing for the young bucks
This is twice where lightning strikes
I'm sorry that your stuck on ice
If every soul still has a price
Yours is still worth more than mine
Mine? Sorry I still want to die and
I start to question life 'cause its still one day at a time
What the fuck am I supposed to do with the remainder of my life?
I don't feel alive, call it suicide, but that's a waste of time
Oh nice
I'm going through times
Thinking no life
Death seems kind of fine
And my whole life
I just wanna die
Sayin oh nice
Take a pill at a time
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