onomatopoeia

*Huh, ayy fewtile* They keep telling me Dis isn't hell I don't believe em' A2A, yeah yeah Aye They keep telling me Dis isn't hell I don't believe em' Aye, Aye, Aye They keep telling me Dis isnt hell I don't believe em' Let's talk about da drugs I'll be quite frank wit you I need em' I'm last place in dis race She always on my case No Keenum Gon' do whatever it take I'm not scared To lose my freedom No onomatopoeia While I'm (skrtin') In a Kia (skrt) I see how you living Man I'd really hate To be ya If she gon' be a diva Then I wouldn't Wanna see her Black truck Wit' my heater Masked up I feel like Sia Guess I'll see ya On da other side No one gon' Tell me otherwise I used to tell A ton of lies It's weird dat I would wonder why? Most people Usually hated me 'Cause I'd be slimy Fucking high Wish I could pull up On Neil right now & tell his ass "Jump inside" Recounted how I couldn't save his life At least a hundred times But truly I'm so hurt inside Since the day That my brother died Would do anything To bring him back & not see his mother cry It sucked seeing him struggle In da end We all got troubled lives Praying everything Will work out Wednesday night Plottin' on a bag Jus' threw some percs down Turn down? Why? I'm getting high To calm my nerves down Hurts how Most da ones I loved Beneath the dirt now They keep telling me Dis isnt hell I don't believe em' Let's talk about da drugs I'll be quite frank wit you I need em' I'm last place in dis race She always on my case No Keenum Gon' do whatever it take I'm not scared To lose my freedom No onomatopoeia While I'm (skrtin') In a Kia (skrt) I see how you living Man I'd really hate To be ya If she gon' be a diva Then I wouldn't Wanna see her Black truck Wit' my heater Masked up I feel like Sia Anxiety blocking my airways Pretty lil' thing Wit extensions Who got a pear waist I don't follow rules homie Winners don't play a fair game How I'm still alive? I don't know But I wouldn't dare change They keep telling me Dis isnt hell I don't believe em' Let's talk about da drugs I'll be quite frank wit you I need em' I'm last place in dis race She always on my case No Keenum Gon' do whatever it take I'm not scared To lose my freedom No onomatopoeia While I'm (skrtin') In a Kia (skrt) I see how you living Man I'd really hate To be ya If she gon' be a diva Then I wouldn't Wanna see her Black truck Wit' my heater Masked up I feel like Sia