We're gonna blow up
Yeah, I guess it's what I want
Not what I need
I've wrapped myself on missing forest for the trees
I'm getting sick of it
For the new disease
It's not what's next
But I wanna live how I bleed
Yeah, I guess it's what I need
Not what I want
I don't know what I could have hated
But I do not think I hate it
Hit the blunt
I'm getting sick of it
It's what I want
They just don't want me
Think this destruction
Get my likes and get my precedent
I'm fishing for checks, oh
The checks up on me
They're gonna check up on me
Fuck it up, I'm gonna flush
All my organs swimming, check it out
They look like ???
Becoming sick of it, it's just a cause
Nothing's fun
I'm too schizo
Let the beats hit and gun, run
White flag
Why I have his knees on trickshot, coming home
I have ruined their crude shit, there's a corpse on my arsenal
I ain't coming by the way, turn me into a chute or throw a 'nade
Know what I want
But of what I could've hated
It was sixteen years ago
Back when we thought
We're so sick of it
But I'm just not
They just don't want me (Go)
Yeah, I guess it's what I want
Not what I need
I've wrapped myself on missing forest for the trees
I'm getting sick of it
For the new disease
It's not what's next
But I wanna live how I bleed
Yeah, I guess it's what I want
And not what I need
I've wrapped myself on missing forest for the trees
I'm getting sick of it
For the new disease
It's not what's next
But I wanna live how I bleed
Yeah, I guess it's what I need
Not what I want
We're gonna blow up
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