Yuca Frita

I'm a bad motherfucker and I don't mind dyin' Runnin' from the sirens, inner self is actin' like a tyrant Can't avoid the violence We couldn't never get away from all these upheavals Treat it like it's regal, I'd be feelin' lethal In a place that's never gonna be a fucken sequel I know that it's finite and we're all besotted Feelin' like the skells of streets, the begotten We could never plead with God and ask for clemency Escape and numbin' self with remedies Suffocatin', it's getting' hard to breathe Spendin' all your time regrettin' me, ohhh Severe me and severe what we've done We can never run or walk away, sadness on your face You search for grace, contemplate, we're questionin' our fate Yeah Fallin' And Im really tryin' to make it to the mornin' All the shit that we went through I just gotta stop myself from mournin' ey Fallin' And Im really tryin' to make it to the mornin' All the shit that we went through I just gotta stop myself from mournin' ey I just gotta stop myself from mournin' yeah I just gotta stop myself from mournin' yeah Never don't properly, I fear police Always meant more to me, I feel your breeze Lookin' in my core I see, the real in me, the real in you A centrepiece It's gonna turn you to a pillar of salt If you don't abide the principle There's too many faults And I was in it like a cult Keep it deep in my vault And it'd be runnin' in my veins, couldn't find the remains It simply turned into ash It was unbearable the mass I swear In the dark with the strippers with the ass so bare Tried to move it more volitional but I don't care Now I'm sittin' in a circle and they want me to share, whoa You got memories from PPP Diagnosed you with that BPD For too long you did the therapy Temporarily you found relief, ohh Then that toxic bitch, she came right back Hit the bottle, bruises on your back Even started distributin' rack Tried to find the light but I went back, oohhh Fallin' And Im really tryin' to make it to the mornin' All the shit that we went through I just gotta stop myself from mournin' ey Fallin' And Im really tryin' to make it to the mornin' All the shit that we went through I just gotta stop myself from mournin' ey I just gotta stop myself from mournin' yeah I just gotta stop myself from mournin' yeah Never don't properly, I fear police Always meant more to me, I feel your breeze Lookin' in my core I see, the real in me, the real in you A centrepiece Ones that love you most would probably give you gonorrhoea Now it's been a mission like I'm Coffy, Pam Grier Swallow down a laxative and get some diarrhoea Then I'm shittin' on your head coz there's nothin' for you here F*ck, it's been a minute since I got my affairs in order Too fucked, mixin' that whiskey with soda water Oh no, stickin' my shaft inside of these raw hoes Go slow, buss and I dip and I leave them all morose I rose, up from the slums like it was the third day They wait, for me to slip up, I hope you're okay Foreplay, lickin' that couchie like I'm a cat on viagra Your pussy's sweet like it's a can a grape fanta Whorin' around, when you ask, you just stammer Dip in it deep and I hit it raw like I'm a hammer Yeah ey, like I'm a hammer, yeah