Correction Lyrics SIX NINETY NINE by NASTII

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I done broke n cyde like I'm Superman
B*t*h boy ran south with a minivan
Whiskey Oregon trail in a holo caravan
Metal on space, wayside, Afghanistan
Brittle are my bones once I drink down bottle
Everything a joke till my mental swallow
Piecing up the drama I'm a hint of eerie shallow
Buying out the store, nAvvvi honey won the lotto
B*t*h I know the secret I see it in your shoulders
Got a conscience laying on my mercs, they the soldiers
Up and down the gullet till it breathes up into me
I don't have an issue till thе liquor speaking disagree
Maybe my problem is opеning up
Maybe I hide up the problems enough
Give me drugs, give me love
Boy I been needin' that buzz

6.99, it's not that bad
6.99, it's just a fad
6.99, why don't you just buy it?
6.99, trey, don't you deny it
I'm okay, I'm okay, I'm okay
I need it, I need it
I'm okay, I'm okay, I'm okay
I need it, I need it, need it
Lookin' down on me, I bet I'm looking so little
Yea I'm the problem, I must go confess
My beard keeps on growing while wearing a dress
I've critted my kidney it's work in the progress
Question existence, it's so all much pressure I'm just being honest
I know it's so real
I can't tell what's real
I know it's so real
I can't tell what's real
I know it's so real
I can't tell what's real
I know it's so real
I can't-

Why, am I, the finest silent?
We don't need the feed to speak

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