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scales - most mentally stable person in existence (feat. oliver grind) كلمات أغنية

yeah

you know sometimes
when you wake up in the morning _ ha
you don’t wake up, you dead
as f_ck
eyes closed
in the grave no more
do somethin’
do somethin’

(495 yeah)

sad motherf_cker and i don’t like a lot of sh_t
only tryna f_ck when i [?]
woke up, 2 blunts deep i ain’t bothered with
most talkin’ sh_t, smoke somethin’
i ain’t on sh_t

f_ck being woke
f_ck being right
f_ck selling weed
f_ck selling anything, aight? lil b_tch
burn that
f_ck love
i ain’t tryna feel none
same sh_t, different day
i just wanna steal something
you ain’t doing sh_t lil p_ssy b_tch you get your meals run
get your sh_t took and b_tch look it, i don’t feel nothin’
uh uh uh
that’s the sound that i make
whеn i f_ckin’ hate sh_t
and the ground when it shakе
and i smoke straight p_ss
hit that p_ssy too good
prolly get my grave l!cked
495 lame b_tch
different day, same sh_t, same screen
typing words til it all make sense
til it all make sense

[?] where the hoes at
sp_ceship p_ssy [?]
[?]
there are no hoes here
[?] and i also take prozac
[?]

and i f_ckin’ slap with it
use to smoke crack, scam ebt and fat b_tches
[?]
homeless has some lil wack pimpin’
lil ass schemes turn to nothing i say god dang it
used to pull a dolo with no photos and a whole bucket
then i got narc’d on
i was cryin’, sayin’ f_ck it
brand tuckin’
i was at a low
i was stand shruggin’, still thuggin’
pants too low
i’m a real husband

don’t let me talk to your b_tch she might feel something
i might snort a lot of [?] and then k!ll somethin’
dahmer that b_tch, eat the corpse, i’m a meal puppet
i’m in that sh_t
feel the force of a real f_ckin’
devil in my eyes
said it burns, i don’t feel nothin’
born for this sh_t
cut a b_tch in her real stomach
dance in the entrails
prance while i’m still cummin
mans said a hollowed out voice finna hear nothin

sad motherf_cker and i don’t like a lot of sh_t
only tryna f_ck when i [?]
woke up, 2 blunts deep i ain’t bothered with
most talkin’ sh_t, smoke somethin’
i ain’t on sh_t
f_ck being woke
f_ck being right
f_ck selling weed
f_ck selling anything, aight? lil b_tch
burn that
f_ck love
i ain’t tryna feel none
same sh_t, different day
i just wanna steal something

you ain’t doing sh_t lil p_ssy b_tch you get your meals run
get your sh_t took and b_tch look it, i don’t feel nothin’
uh uh uh
that’s the sound that i make
when i f_ckin’ hate sh_t
and the ground when it shake
and i smoke straight p_ss
hit that p_ssy too good
prolly get my grave l!cked
495 lame b_tch
different day, same sh_t, same screen
typing words til it all make sense
til it all make sense

- scales

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