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He so psycho…
One day I walk up on the street
Sun was so hot weather was sweet
I’ve tried to sell my shit
He so psycho…
Run will dislike so as I can
But I Am good no fucking shit
To live another win
Ayayayay, he said ayayayay
My dreams come true when I get high
E F#m (может A)
When life so fucked up
Ayayayay, ayayayay
My dreams come true when I get high
And let the day be gone away
All I got in memory
Days that never come again
Cry will get it sorely
Cry about a death
Hustle is my destiny
Now I know we still retreat
Mama don't wait for your son come back
He's a kid gone by the wind
I'm a soldier on the war with myself, ooh
I'm a murderer on the war with myself
This is my story about the war with myself
Two: versus day and versus myself
I got no friends on Escalades
Ain’t got no millions in the bank
But mamma raised no fool
(He's so psycho)
I still alive and every night
I roll big pipes and dream about
This life
Ayayayay, me said ayayayay
My dreams come true when I get high
E F#m (может A)
When life so fucked up
Ayayayay, ayayayay
My dreams come true when I get high
And let the day become a night (He's so psycho)