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she wanted a mercedes so i got her two
she wants an engagement so i got her five
i’m hopin’ we can make so it’s me and you
’cause lately our relationship it seems there’s nothing right

and i saw that you tried to hit my line a few times i must’ve missed you. lately, i’ve been so socially distant
been recollecting all my thoughts, of all the damage we caused
between the fight of mister and the misses

the other night i flew to charlston lifе has been so exhausting i’ve needed an еscape for awhile
finally saved up the money, then said goodnight to my honey and hopped in the whip to the airport ten miles away

i get my bags checked then hop on a private jet that was sent over to me-
oh look you see the pilot is the father of my current b-tch
it’s no wonder she’s h-lla rich by that time i say “f-ck it”
shrug my anger off and board
looking as sharp as a sword i pop a squat debating to roll some pot so i can pass out or not-

d-mn

the flight attendent walks up to me with the meanest look of anger i’ve ever seen she’s trying not to scream-

“ma’am do we have some sort of issue i’m unaware of?”
“do you have any idea who i even am?”

and after studying her face i finally say “oh wait you’re an- mom”
she shook my hand in fustration and walked away
i find it odd the plane is overrun by my b-tches whole family
shrug it off then i roll up some of that good- good- cannibi- pause
lookin’ to my right i see her brother staring at me out the window on some horror movie sh-t “what kind of sh-t is this?”
all- all- all of a sudden her sisters sitting next to me with the same grin on her brothers face. now my hearts beating out of place
anxiety on the rise, my safety’s a necessity she goes to grab knife and i wake up to find it’s just a dream

[pseudodemonio verse 2:]

another hour spent inside the office of my brand new therapist
fighting for feelings that don’t exsist

i’m wondering
if all the suffering
is a necessity

in this life made just for testing me
out of options you wait and see

grab for the bottles
it’s neck and contents contort
some pills or a few drops short
a frugile and fragile sport (aye)

i got problems but don’t we all?
it’s amazing i’m standing tall
through all the pain that you caused
i’m alive and you’re so appalled
it’s so called
the angel wing ridden love
from somewhere so high above
somehow i can’t get enough

all of my progress been undone
now i’m lookin’ back at square one
i’m seeing what i’ve become
in it’s essence

mr. b says “you’re back already?”
“i thought we were going steady”

i tell him “doc please no more pills”
“i’m hatin’ the way i feel.”
he’s says “yeah you know the drill.”

i tell the doctor “you see i’m done.”
somehow now i got a gun

i’m feelin’ alive
the best in a lot of time
i let out a sigh- rejoyce

you left me no other choice

my finger cold on the trigger
lookin’ for a pressing figure
i see no-one
i’m inching up the gun to my brain

see mr. b he gives one last look at me
i’m closing my eyes to squeeze
he says “wait pseudo there is one more.”
i open one, i take a shot of some rum
i open fire point blank
and now i’m looking the floor boards

now as a corpse i’m sitting there no remorse
in the room of once known therapist
yeah i’m h-lla p-ssed, yeah i can’t commit

i take me another swig
my body it feels the boom
the heat changing the room
hate on a verge it consumes
peace has befell the womb
i’m seeing yellow then blue
then blacker than the blackest ink

the chambers empty wait think
the sh-lls hit the floor a clink
i’m walking into his room
it’s barely the afternoon

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