Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
I got this cut on my arm
I got this cut on my arm
I got this cut on my arm
What’s that? What’s this?
Why you run out the door?
Then you run right back
Feel like dyin’ yeah
Feel like dyin’ yeah
Feel like dyin’ yeah
Feel like dyin’ yeah
Yeah
And Ima do it my own way
I had some friends I cut em off
I can’t be f#ckin’ with no lames
These hoes in a gunfight with a blade
Talkin’ to me like “Ah ok!”
f#ck up your life, Ima get some cake
I pray everyday that I’ll get there (Yeah you will)
I pray that this all works out (Yeah it will)
Late bloomer till I blow up
I work hard, that won’t evеr change
I dug it all out the mud, yeah
I and gon’ find my placе
I got me some f#ckin’ new friends
I know you’ll never change again
That’s why you ain’t my f#ckin’ friend
Wish you the best, the bitter end
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
I got this cut on my arm
I got this cut on my arm
I got this cut on my arm
What’s that? What’s this?
Why you run out the door?
Then you run right back
Feel like dyin’ yeah
Feel like dyin’ yeah
Feel like dyin’ yeah
Feel like dyin’ yeah
Yeah
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