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broken windows my cardio systems been froze uncertain like limbo then running through bimbo’s chilling by myself & i am no recluse sold a lot of dreams but then i’ve bought a few, brudda everybody’s shotting loud till it rains like nimbus clouds spirit like absinthe but i’m stuck in a labyrinthe i used to roll with that cl1ck man i used to roll with them guys i used to f-ck with them girls until they started telling lies i tell

utes do you really wanna get into this i’ve gone from brown to light photosynthesis, that b-tch put me on her wish list but i’m the grinch who stole christmas so whatever i do i put on the mask like ipkiss i know wolves

like lycans & cats like i ams i want the full monty like python in the cold like iceland you can rap about guns drugs and your scales your trap your line your non genuine tales akh your bars lack presence you

are christmas in jail i’m different cuz man be on a whole different syllabus get to the back rosa parks them n-ggas can’t sit with us a hoe i couldn’t marry i chuckle at them brothers like barry not even bio oil could heal the scars that i carry cause my mind was never there drowned my sorrows through some belvedere drowned

my sorrows through some jack dan i feel like i’m going mad these girls are tryna force me into marriage like s paki dad my mum did everything to lead me and everything to feed me but a woman can’t teach a man how to be a he & my dad

was absent i had no man to teach me my lines nimble it’s quick and it’s simple white like lindor chillin on gna six floor crisis want a pay check so crisis used to kick doors not if buts or maybes my whites spreading

like rabies i’m living like hades there not livin life properly the trap ting is horrid g all these utes have the same vision like them three sisters in mythology it’s not up for debate i kno

ur postcodes what ur tryna honour mate but the bubble that ur in and real life doesn’t correlate my dad tried to tell that the road ting was long b but he was even worse so how the

f-ck can he lecture me how the f-ck can he teach me 011 i was strealin stuff for free g for ratings from olders g’s cuz i’m bugsy like siegel above the law seagal, zombies on the block cuz where i’m from the residents are evil see i don’t have a sixth sense but i’ve seen dead people cuz them snakes they were rattlin court case i was

battling stop tryna keep up with me my name is not kardashian i’ve seen messy beds & blank pages heroin needles & blank faces tears on my pillowcase currently tryna innovate & most man aren’t hood & they be tryna simulate, my dad tried to get me to show love to his girlfriend i will not live a lie, that’s not situation that i

liked i didn’t want nothing to do with the other mother like coraline i’m from a place where everyone’s a skengman you’ll get shot at by your best man, most man in the hood have died because there friends ran, i’m no money mitch i’m no richie rich where i’m from we don’t play quidditch but bodies still go on sticks fist fight i dnt

roll with a wetter & cuz she’s s virgin that dnt make her any better that dnt make her genuine leather but find a good ting you’ll find out diamonds

are forever cuz the 10’s goes 0.9 to a gram we’ve got money in our plans i just wanna go from cutting the green to cutting up the snow like edward scissorhands i’m riding gothic

i’m a writing problem where i’m from batman won’t ride for gotham so i won’t ride with robin but to survive i’ll rob him cuz i swear i’m too hands on north west is my backdrop i go pitching on a starry night

blacked out car so the vans goth, because one day all the utes i looked up to are gonna envy me & one day teachers that hated me are gonna ask me for -ssemblies

& one day i won’t commit to no sides it’ll just be equities you ever had a cousin eat at yours on a sunday sleep over even though it’s school on a monday what’s mine is yours mi casa su casa when it rains it

pours your dramas my drama but he had faulty flaws i saw clothes in my wardrobe go missing i knew what was happening but i remained dismissive we went halfs on a q & lets be honest

no1 does that i gave you my finest garms when yours were kicking like ong-bak your a reptile were cut from different cloths were different textiles projectiles are flying your way p-ssy your in exile then you stole from me was that worth it what you stole i can never feel sorry for you i can never

console so f-ck a fake friend & everything they stand for how the f-ck u gonna be my friend if ur willin to steal little things & more how the f-ck u gna be my friend if u won’t defend my name when i’m not there

defend my name in my absence your 80% poison like absinthe cause i’m stranded i need sos stranded in the valley of death stranded in the belly of the beast where the demon often

feeds living our propositions bleak as soon as these politicians speak, so don’t think cuz what i’m rapping about i’m wimpy sh-t i just wanted to give u a page from the diary of a damaged kid

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