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letra de nicotine dream$ - hexkin

hoping for this world to end the one inside my head
i’m duckin’ i’m griefing i’m mourning
i’m praying, i’m on my knees every morning poppin’ pills
my liver’s devastated
tryina’ move on but i can’t shake my dome
i’m far from home my heart so gone
b-tch on the phone told her so long
i guess i’m down for good
i roll a blunt i’m feelin blue
yet i’m dripping red creepin at my window
watchin life as it p-sses by
my feelings dry, my hoes are wet
sharp as my razors my eyes are rolling back
tired of the same sh-t every godd-mn day
where do i go when i’m so low
the pigs they know i hear them on my road to the unknown
they be knockin’ at my door, ignite the fire
i’m lightin’ a cig, nicotine dreams
this regret it stings, i feel it on my deep stained formaldehyde lips
the people full of sh-t losing all my grip
feels like i’m barely baring it think i’m hearing the siren
now i’m c-ckin’ it, i’m preppin’ it, i’m duckin’ b-tch
you can hear the bells pound down to my grave
right where i motherf-ckin’ lay, ho

i hope you motherf-ckers sleep so well at night
cause in the well is where you’ll go
to fill your lungs with h2o
redrum, redrum, murda, murda
don’t give a f-ck
cause it’s that yung sleepless wvlf
bout to wreck your turf hovering above my bed
not intended still rocking the wave
inside the pinnacle of the cynical mirracles happen
when i’m huffing ’em buds with my clique alone
getting hits of these god made tabs
another day waiting for death p-ssing the swisha’
new view from da’ vista listen to me weasel
another cruisin’ with the pistol, knife stabbed deep in my back
bulletproof vest pigs shootin’ for arrest
yung hex no rest i must confess
i’m laying to waste everything i crave, they drop at my wake
don’t f-ck with me mister i done f-cked with your sister
slashed my f-ckin’ wrists
i held myself through all these storms
i’m left alone to cope, i rope a hoe slam her to the f-ckin’ curb
to the f-ckin’ curb

as i slide and breach inside this life
it’s such a thin line, yungin every night
poppin’ tints with the team
my eyes pouring light, this b-tch is alright
she cray but i’m fine, just a dead motherf-cker whoms hurt
sippin’ mud, smokin’ on sum bud, snortin’ on sum loud
steaming blow making me feel like a fraud
hoes wanna feel loved i give them my all
pulling them semis on piggies i call for the block
respek columbian blood, got desvalido on my side
yung mvrk on the back no haters on left
omi be packin’ the draughts fangs with the sticks
on upside down crucifix’s

some gold on my teeth!

- hexkin

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