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I got demons all around me but I still don't give no fucks I been taking upper pills the size of hockey pucks Going stupid in the paint, drop the gloves I leave a mark F*ck you up and squash your nose, orange sweater Bobby Clarke I got demons all around me but I still don't give no fucks I been taking upper pills the size of hockey pucks Going stupid in the paint, drop the gloves I leave a mark F*ck you up and squash your nose, orange sweater Bobby Clarke Lost every sense Bought everything that I could and I lost all the rest Off of my chest get it off of my chest Off in the head tick tok to my bed Off with ya dress Pick ya brain up Get walk-in ahead Like the cops or the feds Mom always said Motherfuckers gonna steal from so bring another friends so you can watch em again I don't hear you Anybody near you Imma show you how every body keeps trampling down the same ladder Keeping a brother from holdin out but can't hold his own bladder Fuckin a bitch and everybody keeps sayin it's badder Toppling bobbling buddy why you come home what's the matter F*ck bring it to me on a fuckin platter Run then forget it cause it doesn't matter Don't you know how it can't work I throw dirt got blood on my shirt Can see that you got hurt Fuckin burnt I don't try to flirt Goin I just purge All these words Here I said it first Travelin in herds I've been here for a while You know it cuz I've traveled many miles Civic we come in with a revival That f*ck you shit you knew as a child Rock on that bitch Put a sock in that bitch Throw you off in a ditch Boy you soft fuckin snitch Brother got by with a face mask He don't wanna take that There he fuckin goes runnin off like a bitch No I say f*ck that Hit em with a come back Get your fuckin hands up stop what you did If you know what I mean Tell me bitch I'm runnin I'm jumpin And bitch I'm comin ain't bluffin I'm fuckin pushin a button Get yo ass outta here bumpin Shit that is comin up rushin Ya to tha open up Oveno I'm fuckin walk-in and bakin I'm fuckin breaking and shuvin Yo ass out Better break dance for you finna pass out Homie gotcha chance now ya better cash out Run up on your momma daddy's house because that's where you stay Gonna give you reasons to regret getting your fucking way Told you that I love it when you lie, so I reciprocate Told you that I always wanna die, on the first date Pussy motherfuckers better put up in their mouth The butt of the beretta knock a motherfucker out Murder my enemies then I kill myself Got my picture frame up on your shelf Say you want to ride with me? You better get in line Cause they heavy on the front that I put up when I rhyme Whatcha talkin bout I'm take mine Won't take a seat down till it's break time But I gotcha girl out here on FaceTime Fuckin with the homies get up on the wait line Wanna get real close I don't take time But a motherfucker had it like a grapevine Sipping on grape wine yeah we had a great time Fuckin with you I don't have reason to be late bye Hey don't call me out No wait I'm falling down Touche I'm balling out Oh hey we're all in our Own ways I'm calling the police For stopping the road ways On top of the whole place Go hey uh