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letra de i'm gone - psycho realm

[intro]
while laying in the bed last night
i had a dream that touched me deep down inside
oh, yes i did, oh
i dreamed that she was gone

[hook: sick jacken]
i’m gone, i’m f-cked up man
give me some, give me bumps, get me up man
i’m stumbling, drunk, i’m struggling but
i’ll be straight man just give me a f-cking blunt
i’m f-cked up man
give me some, give me bumps, get me up man
i’m stumbling, drunk
man i don’t give a f-ck, it’s alright tonight cause i’m gone

[verse 1]
let my heart get religious and ignorant
i’m speaking that militant
middle east… listen to what i say, my ak spray
do them allah, blow their arm-leg-leg-arm-head off
homie i’m gone, pour me a drink and it’s on
degenerate is what they say that we are
grab my genitals and general or king you a p-wn
i stand tall after a … and 8 ball, that’s all
but i’m past the …, and some cough medicine
all i need og and a broad
we puff hard a m-ss of trees, amazon
till it’s all red lights like the camera’s on
i hit the streets, … one eye closed
where i’ll end up after tonight, only my god knows
maybe back in the hood with some white in my nose
[?] with these 2 little dirty white hoes

[verse 2: sick jacken]
black tall heroine, crack star veteran
and that’s yall, i’m on that jack [?] gentleman
you can find me f-cked up in bars off ten of them
call me jack the ripper cause other way i’m k!lling them
venom in my gl-ss 74 cinnamon
no lemon, number 7 no minimum
oh, so you concern how i’m living now
you need to shut the f-ck up and keep feeling them
… most of the time, my good times are ignorant
so if we fought or f-cked or got intimate
don’t ask me next day, cause i won’t be remembering it

[bridge]
all my friends try to tell me
wrong, she was doing
my mama told me one day son
when they try to tell you things for your own good

[verse 3: sick jacken]
i’m wasted, blasted, woke up next to acid. i couldn’t even tell her what’s her name when she asked me
sheets smell like liquor, carpet all ashy
cotton mouth like you’re eating rabbit -ss, nasty
i’m still gone but i’m already knowing
the only way to cure this sh-t is keep going
force one down that hatchet
for every one i had last night i’ma see if i can match it
drink fire water like martyrs and true masters
sometimes i’ll go harder and shoot past this
rail slide-ride in … axes
from the womb to the tomb, party till the full crashers
i got black belt … silver proof nostrils, take more shots than a soldier shoots hostiles
try to be cool, they say i’m too off though
cause eighty proof dropping more truth than the gospels

- psycho realm

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