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letra de she ain’t shit - apathetic bastard

(verse 1)
doin’ the same stuff, that my last one did
wondering when we’re gonna end
i’ll probably be better off dead
in a casket after i od on the meds
same sh-t that my last one did
wondering when we’re gonna end
i’ll probably be better off dead
in a casket after i od on the meds
i tell myself that your different
but lately that doesn’t mean sh-t
i can’t believе that i’m doin’ this
10 shots to the brain i can’t take it
me and my homiе smokin’ till we numb
i know you hate the sh-t i’ve done
i really thought you were the one
now you’re gone and i’m feellin’ really dumb
(hook)
these b-tches ain’t sh-t, so we’ll smoke until we numb
or until our brains be fried, it helps to hide the f-ckin’ pain
makes it feel like your going dumb, but really your just having fun, aye, yeah
(verse 2)
from this pain i’ll walk away
“f-ck you mean, i should come and stay,”
“your love is fake, there ain’t no way.”
not this again, as she’s callin’ my name
“we’re not done here, long as i, feel the same. ”
“well i’m out hon, it was nice to know your face.”
she grabbed me on my arm, and pulled me, closed the door, she started yelling, such a bore
“i f-ckin’ hate you,” “say no more.”
hearts been broken walkin’ out the door
feelin’ this depression, mixed, with this obsession, to smoke the pain, cuz it makes it go all away, this time i won’t hide behind
this mask of i look high, just to pass the f-ckin’ time
for i have much to accomplish, like spillin’ all these rhymes, hope your feelin’ all these lines
puttin’ every thought on ‘em
and, this be the out come of
what my thoughts are capable of
but right now, i don’t know what to do
thing they call love, be messin’ with my head
next hoe who, tries to get with me, gon pass instead
not being rude but b-tch, i can’t trust no b-tch
just like i can’t trust no snitch, we ain’t finna 69
so shut the f-ck up, and let the b-st-rd do his thing, yeah
(hook)
these b-tches ain’t sh-t, so we’ll smoke until we numb
or until our brains be fried, it helps to hide the f-ckin’ pain
makes it feel like your going dumb, but really your just having fun, aye, yeah

- apathetic bastard

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