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DCR the gang People talk about me like I’m no longer here I don’t think I could last another year All these blunts done burnt my throat In the smoke, I f**king choke Running low, I’m outta hope Death is calling, please come home Under pressure, I might split I’ma neurotic piece of sh*t Went to school, but I don’t know sh*t F**k my cla**, I don’t need that sh*t Take me back, always living in the past tense Take another trip, pack a hit, need some acid Wash away my thoughts, take a hit, now we laughing I can’t live my life unless I’m blasted I wish I didn’t give a f**k so I could leave this life behind People talk about me like I’m no longer here I don’t think I could last another year People talk about me like I’m no longer here I don’t think I could last another year All these blunts done burnt my throat In the smoke, I f**king choke Running low, I’m outta hope Death is calling, please come home Under pressure, I might split I’ma neurotic piece of sh*t Went to school, but I don’t know sh*t F**k my cla**, I don’t need that sh*t All these blunts done burnt my throat In the smoke, I f**king choke Running low, I’m outta hope Death is calling, please come home Under pressure, I might split I’ma neurotic piece of sh*t Went to school, but I don’t know sh*t F**k my cla**, I don’t need that sh*t Slowing down and speeding up I don’t really feel enough Like the waning moon above You can reach out, you can touch I’ve been lost for way too long My friend, my friend, my friend Oh I’ve been lost for way too long, my friend The end is drawing near All these blunts done burnt my throat In the smoke, I f**king choke Running low, I’m outta hope Death is calling, please come home Under pressure, I might split I’ma neurotic piece of sh*t Went to school, but I don’t know sh*t F**k my cla**, I don’t need that sh*t All these blunts done burnt my throat In the smoke, I f**king choke Running low, I’m outta hope Death is calling, please come home Under pressure, I might split I’ma neurotic piece of sh*t Went to school, but I don’t know sh*t F**k my cla**, I don’t need that sh*t People talk about me like I’m no longer here I don’t think I could last another year People talk about me like I’m no longer here I don’t think I could last another year
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