time to open up. All of my thoughts are soaking up. I should sober up, my shoulders fucked up road rage. Blackout, fucking it up. Flying off of the cliff, land in the back of the truck. My inner demons laughing it up. No more B. E. T. But they're wrapping it up. I'm going crazy now in the back, cracking the dutch. I'm going to jail because of her booty. I'm smacking it up, blowing the dust. I'm losing my trust, depression, I'm feeling crushed depending on what it is. I need a crutch right now. I'm handling things a little rough, lock it in the cage while they got to lock me away. I got a bullet in my hip hop parade. I take the knives, I'm taking Rachel ray, my thoughts in the air like balloons, Macy day parade. They try to emulate like a game of charades. You ain't feeling my pain. I explode like grenades. Lord take it away. They ain't playing the day. I look in the mirror, I don't even remember my face. I don't look like a lizard, but it's taking the shape. My body is shaking. It's making me quick. My mentor is breaking. I'm feeling like I'm on the juice. I believe I can fly ship, Get away from the roof

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