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X
pills,
off
the
X
pills
Way
too
many
Fucked
up
in
my
head
still
Fucked
up
in
my
head
still
They
do
Henny
Don't
ride
with
the
semi
But
I
do
keep
me
a
.50
Run
up
on
me,
I'm
gon'
gun
you
down
like
they
did
Fifty
But
he's
still
alive,
so
I
guess
that
is
a
high
note
I
keep
rollin'
loud
No,
I've
been
stayin'
too
high
though
He
gon'
pull
up
on
me
with
a
semi-fuckin'-auto
If
he
gonna
test
me,
then
I
guess
there's
no
tomorrow
(Carter
Tomorrow)
No
tomorrow
Put
him
out
his
sorrow
Put
him
out
his
misery
Gon'
make
him
think
he
Mark,
oh
Pull
up
in
his
Polo
Yeah,
we
used
the
bolo
No
guns,
still
got
action,
I
run
solo
Switch
blade
in
hand
like
I'm
Goth
Boy
Clique
I
don't
talk
shit
'less
I
got
reasons
I
ain't
ballin'
but
it's
not
my
season
Shot
him
in
the
stomach,
make
him
seasick
Na-na-na-na-na-na-na
Na-na-na-na-na-na-na
Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na
X
pills,
off
the
X
pills
Way
too
many
Fucked
up
in
my
head
still
Fucked
up
in
my
head
still
They
do
Henny
Don't
ride
with
the
semi
But
I
do
keep
me
a
.50
Run
up
on
me,
I'm
gon'
gun
you
down
like
they
did
Fifty
But
he's
still
alive,
so
I
guess
that
is
a
high
note
I
keep
rollin'
loud
No,
I've
been
stayin'
too
high
though
He
gon'
pull
up
on
me
with
a
semi-fuckin'-auto
If
he
gonna
test
me,
then
I
guess
there's
no
tomorrow
No
tomorrow
Put
him
out
his
sorrow
No
tomorrow
Put
him
out
his
sorrow
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