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relapse (conrad bailey) - fresh verse lyrics

(verse 1: conrad bailey)
ay ay man i am still f*cked up almost every night
i am smashing packets just to sleep and then i wake up no surprise
but i am still wanting to die
so then it is back up to the trap with the brothers
could break a brick turn a stack flip it back and then run it
man i was f*cked as a youngin i had nowhere to go
always slept in houses but lately been trying to find a home
sick of reminiscing because dad i got off the hard sh*t
no more benders swigging liquor with those harsh pips
i’m f*cking up
i miss the family i have been gone for a minute
i am sparking cones down in the dark just trying to cope as a kid
and i still f*ck with the vision of where i am at this show
just pumping out my lines when you hear it my lyrics start to glow
slow as f*ck a bit i am thinking about my past regrets
this coke has got a chatty i am just thinking back to past sesh
she said she is going to go and ring the dogs and i just laughed
but she went from popping pills to shooting needles in her arm
f*ck
and f*ck the rest i have withdrawals from these meds
but i still run it up to punch another bong no not the other stuff
and reminiscing missing all the brothers that i left
i am truly sorry i know that it still f*cks my head
i couldn’t cope with the stress
but don’t you worry my brothers because i will be back still repping 230 to 239 i will put them on the map
still getting faded in the south as half of mate turn to rats
time to fly back out to qld hit up berks for some tattoos
f*ck a bat you can catch it with those dusters in the back alley lurking probably trying to cause a ruckus
grab the p*ssy then i f*ck it
if you are trying to make a profit go ahead hand me the bag and watch me smoke it down enough
and necking drinks like i am mclovin
no i do not know how it got to this these
these dirty sprite bottles got me looking like a zombie
quick a chatty c*nt probably looking like i am strung out off a pit
but nah lad i am just f*cked up because my bars are chat and life is sh*t
i knew a bloke who thought he was hard because he was puffing on the glass
so i pulled up and robbed his pack and then he is not worth anything
lad i’ve seen these coppers spin the block then are trying to catch me with some rocks
but i am not stupid when i am cruising i am not carrying something
junkies smacking needles laying f*cked up tweaking out the front
you think i am crazy baby just go and ask my mum
f*cked up from a young age from the pills i stashed up in my gut
just wanted to see dad trying to od so i could hear him but
f*ck man i have been having real dark thoughts like where is the hot shot
or watch me k!ll myself up in the cop shop
i am still getting blazed just trying to smoke away the pain
man all these junkies have me shook smacking their needles in their veins it’s so insane
but i stay quiet cause i’m the real, i know it f*cking helps
i don’t like crack relapse again they watch me k!ll myself
but f*cking oathi miss when i could kick back so i could session with the brothers
man nowadays most of them are locked up the cops have them running
it has me wigging so i am back to f*cking spitting what i have written
you can find me in the traps or doing deals up in the kitchen
all this ink on my skin that is to hide the pain
remember cold nights getting faded when i would slice my veins
but f*ck man i am a p*ssy every time i try to f*cking choke
that is when i smartened up my brother boy handed me the rope
and yes man i still hope that one day i can get better
so sick of sipping rikodine chasing warts for some cheddar
and lately i have been feeling burnt out so lad i am heading to the pad
hit up dwayne like where are you at because bro i need another bag
i am sick of suicidal thoughts and getting faded on the weekdays
laying hoping i can score
i want to knock on heavens door but nah the devil suits me best
i lock myself away for weeks and carve some pictures in my chest you see i am a mess
but bro do you really think i give a f*ck
you see my family they are all c*nts so you should know that on the real i never speak to blood
but why the f*ck is my ex still hating saying that i am f*cking on the shard
when the truth is all i have is a broken heart
and f*ck love i swear i have had enough
she said she wants to have a kid i said then baby go get off the stuff
but she couldn’t do it so she went and hit the block
with an eight ball in her dax and my seroquel in her socks
she had me rocked but i kept cruising because my dad said to be staunch
push ups on the daily selling buds right off your porch

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