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black dye – pound cake freestyle كلمات اغاني

my mind used to be clean, now it’s stuck on the trap house
my guys tryna stay clean, but he has to trap now
fresh from pen, tryna change his ways, but who gonna hire a criminal nowadays?
what choice he got when the only ps he can make is from the gs in his pouch he take
he can’t let maje sit at home hungry, two kids to feed
so he gotta go shot and make money off the crack and weed
me no blame a n-gga avoiding insanity by takin puffs
cuh who is there when it all turns rough?
losing hearts in our chase for love
spitting bars after me push and shove
dreams and reality they blur into one
what i seen and done, me no know son
no fun, now my life turn
lost hope, no rays from the sun
no sun in the winter cold
facing skengs and staying bold
no hold, my soul ain’t sold, i’m on the floor
unsure. i have no core no more, i been torn and tossed
no spirit i’m lost

they think more of me than i got
h-ll is hot, more than gyaldem here, i’m in fear
they say i love you but me no believe
i wanna leave this life, not live this life
i picked up the knife, threw it, gun instead
that night i nearly blew off my head
seen her face made me face the truth
i ain’t connected to no one, sh-t bluetooth
music fading, growing weaker like my brain and mind
be fair and kind, do you mind?
i’m in line for the queue to death’s door
cashier number 4, no cash never bothered me before
my heart is sore, i was souring
now me struggle to even be talking
every day a task me push through till when?
let out all my depression when i pick up the pen

happiness a myth we tell ourselves in ignorance
sad time when me fell with no hands left to push up to my feet
take a seat, the beat, no heart beating
start eating. they tell me, me no hungry
me tell her every night i’m already dead g
dead beef, dead them, dead time
no crime. what they gonna do, k!ll me for k!lling myself?
fill me in, i’m planning myself
every day at a time, could never wake up tomorrow
she say if you die she feel the pain and sorrow
they lie so many time. how are you? not fine
looking for a sign, misreading the time
they be sweet on the outside, but sour like lemons and limes
walking to my grave, f-ck that
running to my grave
grave mistakes follow me to my bed
these voices will be quiet if i swallow lead
these voices will be quiet if i allow dead
these voices will be quiet when i rest my head
these voices will be quiet then

only then will the voices end, when i end
it’s black dye, ready to die

- black dye

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