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Correct Upside Down Lyrics
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Twisted Insane
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Correct Upside Down
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Days and days I feel like I'm finna end this shit Put my face straight in the barrel of the remington There he go on the floor drinkin' henny hen Promise when I wake up I won't drink again Lyin' All I really can say is I'm trying it feels like I'm dyin' If I can't take me a swig Straight to the face of temptation you see Ain't no complacement adjacent to this Don't nobody wanna face up no racin' like his Turn around I had to give me fiction no tears Even though he had a wife and mo' stripes and four kids Put the man up on the street, deep Ain't nowhere to even sleep Confident about the benefit of which you reap Every day we're livin' someone gotta feel the heat, geesh In fo' rounds it will go down in defeat Someone gotta tell me why, why my fucking auntie died to cancer When it live around up in my face And they told me chemo was the answer Really I was tryin' evrything I mean I took it to the necromancer Even put [?] I mean I never could of did it faster Hot dogs at the ball game Home runs in the fall rain One call then we all came Made sure to keep the lawn tame Finish it before the days end we came in and we all banged Some bad, some good but you looked at us all same Caught me smokin' on the black [?] and you ain't tell my mom shit (that's tight) Me and bottle had a shootout that night I used to leave a nigga food out at night Used to pick it up It feels wrong now that you gone I give it up Every time I need a couple bucks you genorous Used to talk about the trolls on the internet how they so venomous, full of hate Oh how it made, me hella mad but its hella sad they have no dates (oh wait) You suck's all you got to say I be tourin' all around the country you be on the internet all day (okay) But imagine they were [?] in a tour bus (brain) There'd be more jobs there'd be more food there'd be more of us There'd be more of fuckin' my foot up in the door gorgeous Tried to mainstream independent kings ignored us (fuck 'em all) And that's sad Now I'm on a mission gotta get the bag Someone tell me how the fuck I get the Vlad What I gotta do, I'm runnin' with the rap Put me on a planet never comin' back And I'm always livin' even if I can't Everybody is around me always mad Got me wonderin' on who the fuck I rap So I got to watch you walk up on me, you can talk, and stop and think about it 'fore you speak Intellecture all up in me there's a reason I believe in [?] for about a week Never knew the fee You and [?] equivalent to criticism in the street I was in the kitchen lookin' at one, back at top, rhymin' for the weed I need In the fire, butt naked while I'm drippin' gasoline Motherfucker always gotta tell you to pass the weed I'm broke as fuck no love no bag of green But when it's time to war I'm ice cube no vaseline Gathering, smithereens Hold up bitch don't speak you need listerine Hope one day i'll make it to bigger things Smoke to much broccoli I'm shittin' green Hate's really in the heart when they showin' love Better think of [?] when you shake their hand Try to put the enemy up in the mud Ain't nowhere to run and I be down if I be drinkin' tryin' to [?] myself up in my blood The devil
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