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letra de exit 58 - dystopian.it

[verse]
i got glocks and straps, let’s take it right back to my pops
sold some rock, had to flip those packs to go to sleep at night
i hate the heat and strife
all this time i craved a peaceful life
i left the heat, but strife still embedded in my evil eye
i don’t know, but i ain’t focused on my future
i was stupid, feeling useless
now i hop back on this scooter
moving forward, feeling useless
i ain’t focused on my future
it ain’t matter, chop and screw it
you can slow it down
all that matters is you hold it down with no around
b-tch, i hold the crown
come and try to take it
came from mugging dirty lace
quid pro quo, judge help my brothеr with his older cases
motherf-ck a racist
mothеr-motherf-ck a racist
my brother gunned down right around the corner when the sun down
homie shot himself inside his face, like what the f-ck now?
why is you all dying, man?
looking down from heaven, can’t you see that i been crying, man?
see you guys’s faces in my dreams like you the boogeyman
remember flipping packs and playing hooky, man?
i need to hold your f-cking hand
[outro]
exit 58
godd-mn, holy sh-t
it’s been a minute, man
i done seen my friends go down so many paths
some great, some not so great, some terrible, some fatal, but sh-t
man, when you pack the blunt and sip this drink
maybe pop this pill
and then that- that feeling of defeat, that feeling of being hated, all that sh-t just goes away, trust me
(you know you can trust me)

- dystopian it

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