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lux coven - i can’t write كلمات أغنية

“i… can’t… wriiiiiiite…” (laughs) (whispers begin…)
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whos legit who will rock ya f_ckin sh_t probably on the same d_mn day that i f_ck ya f_ckin b_tch you say that p_ssy tight i say its swollen she just f_cked— the whole f_ckin clique

everybody in my hometown knows i throw down
ain’t part of their script—now they scared cause i flipped out
i am a god—prove me wrong
they know i got scars—no fake sh_t
ask anyone who knows me—im a motherf_ckin problem on god—
i fixed myself they watched me build the house—
now they wanna tear it down
$30k just to fix my t__th
singin jams—i feel like keith sweat i go ham—
im just gettin my feet wet godd_mn—
who you think gon be next im next up—
its all in a notebook in my head
if you think you might be on it—then you already is its a miracle you still here better talk to god—
ima make it real clear boy you better pack heat—out there in the streets dont be an idiot—
ever seen deliverance
they was fishin and sh_t—wasn’t strapped best believe me—
i got that thang on me thats why you won’t see me in hollywood cause i stay strapped like i should—and you should too if you know whats good for you they could walk up quick—put a view through you this life ain’t nothin new to me the fact i live through it—who the f_ck are you to me a skinny little f_ck—stella always took a life i ain’t namin names—that a 45 only b_tch i trust to ride or die she say she gentle—but she always f_ckin lies
what you know bout bein 37 years old takin a job for 14/hour so depressed—you dont even shower engine blowin in your jeep—ain’t made the last payment dog dyin in the same week daughter run away at 18—you had her at 18 no baby mama—she was gone off percs got full custody—her mama got worse can’t explain—i know it hurts no money left to pay rent—after the studio fired from your day job—teenagers work cheaper im like f_ck a f_ckin job—you can keep it life spiral—in the deep end end it / end it / end it / end it / end it im gonna end it all tonight i love you all too much to lie

(whispered) too much… to lie… is it crazy / am i crazy is this what you mean / am i not okay am i not okay (whispered) am i not okay…
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whos legit who will rock ya f_ckin sh_t probably on the same d_mn day that i f_ck ya f_ckin b_tch you say that p_ssy tight i say its swollen she just f_cked— the whole f_ckin clique
i dont wanna fight—i dont wanna rage just to prove im real or earn my wage dont wanna get drunk with my boss just to climb buy tools i dont wanna use just to bleed for the grind unless i got a choice in the matter or a claim in the stake ive made mistakes—came and went with change they say im cursed—like a man possessed i can’t repent—ive seen real evil ain’t a d_mn day my hands ain’t red i ain’t stupid—if im shootin im shootin your head divvy up your sh_t with security and the cops still all about the money—they just wanna take a lotta people misconstrue things that i say and do they need a better view—get a few hobbies why you watchin me i guess im messed up my apologies—nina in my lap make a move—you get clapped can’t afford to lose—imma make it out the trap you talk a lotta sh_t—for someone that can’t scr_p i be calm as sh_t—but if i get provoked… loud gunshots you flip the switch—you get the pistol grip pump dumpin in your whip—on your way to work pull up in a grocery getter—you shoulda known better now your brains on the street like jfks backseat you know the deal—so dont ask me i run a track like an athlete you dont grasp it—im nasty i been in the game for an ill minute im f_cked up—but i deal with it i deal with only real women baby mamas hustlin ass find me on the jobsite bustin ass no days off—they act hard but they hands soft you the type that can’t hold a gun im the type that only needs one bullet in it—but i keep the clip full f_ck with my sh_t—you get the pistol dirty cops in my clique—you end up missin you stay missin—no bullsh_ttin no playin around—you spark up my temper im layin you down i ain’t got no patience for you f_ckin clowns talk sh_t—when i pull off im turnin around i didn’t ask for this life im not scared to die could cut you in pieces—no blink of an eye demons want in my head—cause im lost f_ck with the devil—end up on a cross i can’t afford to take another loss so im takin whats yours ready to die—no way out seein red—real recognize real still they can’t figure me out i still dont even know who i am standin in front of a black mirror like—come get me here the f_ck i am it 3 the f_ck am i ain’t mean to be a mess but im always on the edge sometimes i wish i had it in me to pull the trigger when the gun to my head word to lil peep—cause im better off dead sometimes… i think i am
whos legit who will rock ya fu—

- lux coven

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