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letra de ill. - sybyr

[intro]
macxvii
god d-mn it
okay, f-ck it all, f-ck it all, f-ck it all, uh, uh

[verse]
murder, motherf-cking k!ll people, k!ll me b-tch
my life is over now, i’m struggling writing sh-t
thinking sense is all that matters, you don’t know me though
f-ck all your friends and dump in the body bag though
i’m seventeen now, with a mental issue
i beat my d-ck with lot’s of lotion and i have the tissue
i love how people look at me and start saying some sh-t
one step closer to getting stabbed in the cl-t
dark isn’t even a word, [?] my asses like a sheep in the herd
i give you my word, it’s not what you think
i used to be nice but now i’m just not socializing
i’m tirеd of making beats, tired of staying at home
tirеd of looking at these godd-mn notifications
i wrote this on my birthday, no need for celebration
i still get no p-ssy, rather love and embracing
my palms are itchy, my mind is racing
do i still make music, probably not
rapping is just not, not what the f-ck it is
b-tches [?] fears, now my face is filling with tears
whatever, done with my life
stay at home make beats and m-st-rbate, i’m going outside naked
f-ck all this, imma go outside with my d-ck swinging
vulgar isn’t coming soon hoe
[outro]
you know what the f-ck time it is, f-ck everybody season, uh

- sybyr

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