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psychodelicate - boil lyrics

[verse 1: jazz vicaris]
broke it off with a sl_t
now my b_tch is a yeti
no if, and, or buts
if you see me then you get me
i’m still catching septic
they dreaming of a chevy
daddy say he will come
too bad he ain’t get me
now my heart is filled with rage
new chain, you can mark me as a slave
behave, you belong in a chair
pre_game like i don’t really care
and no more depression
and over obsession
my mind is a weapon
i’m scared of rejection
my love is my best friend
they hate our complexion
can’t step in our section
we are the best sh_

[verse 2: jazz vicaris]
city full of clones
i was all alone
never righted my wrongs
never was a sin
never kissin’ down
never was a b_tch
hand me the crown
team never switch
never told me sh_t
i was militant
now i’m c_cky sh_t
i will always [?]
they can run they mouth
rappers in the dirt
take em to the graves
show em what they worth
[?] that’s the pack now
n_ggas like they can’t act now
gotta verse a bandwagon
white girls tryna rap the hooks [?] pat down
she k!lled my soul but i’m back now
tryna take my sign but i’m in the cut
like a photo bombin’ in the background
waited in the line, in the front now
the rap game gettin’ shut down
mr. merit how my girl taste
got a poke face
but i cry inside
he ain’t up now
i got him all baked
but i’d rather cry for christ sakes
no missed calls on my birthday
girls used to laugh but it’s okay
roll em up now and i don’t smoke keef
[verse 3: syd solanke]
i’m bout to muhf_ckin snap
[?] yo’ ass
makin’ my way out this trap
i’m stuck in a box
feel like im locked in the cuffs
keep me away from the cops
‘fore it’s all gonna drop
i’m gonna slaughter the hog
you better go pray to your god
it’s gonna be costly
i do not follow your dog
maternity’s children are zombies ugh

[verse 4: syd solanke]
i got so much f_ckin’ sh_t on my chest
if i let it all out you’d be wishin’ you’re dead
i need to clear my head
or you be losin’ your head
layin’ in bed you hear creepin’
you might wannna flight
because b_tches go bump in the night
get rid of the blight of my life
do it quickly with the slice of my knife
hopin’ you don’t want to fight
this is the end of your life
takin’ your heart out of spite
string up your body outside
this sh_t’s been boiling inside
i don’t need a nine
i put your head on a spike
cuttin’ and cut till you cry
i’m not gonna lie
this sh_t had really been boilin’
this sh_t had really been boilin’ inside

- psychodelicate lyrics

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