paroles de chanson STREET/JUNKiE - Slutty Sonny II
Yeah
Okay,
uh
Put
a
human
to
the
pen
Make
them
write
all
their
feelings
and
their
sins
Cut
'em
up
and
make
amends
Because
the
dope
void
and
the
pressure's
cavin'
in
You're
trapped
now,
you
got
voices
screamin'
in
your
head
And
all
you
wanna
do
is
blow
your
brains
out
But
you
don't
because
you
think
there's
another
way
out
You're
puzzled
by
the
way
this
world
is
laid
out
Your
uncle
got
blasted
for
a
bitch
And
you
ask
yourself
is
this
the
way
you
wanna
go
out
Now
find
your
way
out,
you
fucking
street
junkie
You
posted
on
the
street
and
doin'
drugs
Until
your
fucking
arms
pumpin'
You
say
it's
not
enough
because
Your
heart
is
still
fucking
hurtin'
And
you
certain
that
this
isn't
the
Fucking
way
you
want
your
head
to
be
workin'
You
nervous?
About
my
penmanship,
I
write
in
cursive
inside
the
death
note
So
I
can
have
a
mass
of
corpses,
lined
up
Thinkin'
when
they
find
me
dead,
they'll
shut
the
fuck
up
Thinkin'
that
my
aura's
dead,
it'll
never
die,
bruh
Thinkin'
about
these
kids
and
makin'
me
stay
alive,
bruh
Helpin'
them
until
my
time's
up,
I'm
out
of
time,
huh
Clocks
tickin'
down,
now
detonate
and
blow
like
a
bomb,
bruh
Osama,
try
to
sign
me
to
Al-Qaeda
Fuck
that,
I
was
a
rugrat
waking
up
to
the
rugrats
Remember
that,
way
back
when
I
had
killed
a
stray
cat
Fuck
it,
I'm
tired
of
explaining
life
into
this
boombap
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