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My brother and I made this track. He made the beat, I made the rap.
lyrics
pass the weed, pass the blunt
keep the pills, but pass me some
of that kosher hotdog and a bun
little mustard and some onion
got the munchies, watching a machine
telescreen device input to me
wondering why thoughts on system beam
logical, when the thought of you is there hounding me
blinded by your darkness surrounding me
spilled the beans and you reached for bounty clean
why is that, defiant acts
tasked to send signals to the wire tap
until i figured out you were an informant
i laid down facts, pillow talk till the morning
now I second guess giving you my organs
foreclosed, when the door closed, no more mortgage
a mortician, evil worshipping landlord existed
in my brain space save face as I battled eviction
pain stake, you live for the fame's sake says the fliers distributed
I live for my namesake don't mistake me for invalid
if it had to been about the man, insanity is impudent
so listen intently cause this don't diminish shit
you still the chick who walked away with my innocence
damn
my mind escapes, looking back on the past to define my fate, a vast amount of the ass that I grabbed I gravitate towards like
damn
never even considered the hurt, willing to learn, feeling the burn
then I figured Id turn turn to you, the truth? cause i was really concerned but
damn
should have figured inside, that if you're willing to hide, you're more than willing to lie
and more willing to try but I was really deprived so
damn
never even considered you'd hurt me but the fact is certainly worthy of my two cents
yeah hoe you a dime but you're still a broke bitch
