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withdrawal seizures - li rye lyrics

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i know her love ain’t real, just so vulnerable i let it doom me
depression got me wanna die, so i take pills and nod off
when i sip on lean, treat it like groupie hoes and do the seal raw
my mama told me i’m a fiend not knowin’ i’d die tryna get off
seizures come with my withdrawals, body locked, couldn’t breathe at all
kept to myself, i ain’t tell y’all, rod and jb the only ones i call
woke up in the hospital room, overdose ain’t overdue
dyin’ inside, but pushin’ through
‘member them times hangin’ out the roof
gia certified my tooth
she asked do i love her, i told her, “i do”
i asked does she love me, she told me, “maybe”
can’t believe we lost that baby
been through sh*t, it was worst, i hate the fact it drive me crazy
just ’round the same time i od’d, she still don’t know that that’s what made me
just ’round the same time she broke my heart, can’t help think ’bout you daily
oh, dealin’ with pain, i can’t take it, but i won’t show it
this soul internally bleeding from bein’ scarred
text you a red rose, she know the meaning, i took her heart
went through our old messages just to hear your voice
love you to death, committin’ suicide ‘fore we ever divorce
lovin’ myself is impossible, never had no choice
stand in the mirror, can’t help but just hate what i see
depression start takin’ over, now h*ll where i wanna be
i’ve been sippin’ on so much lean, i see this sh*t when i pee
they diss on red, i start seein’ red and then i just spin through the g
on so many pills i can’t even see right
[?] i wanna be like
my phone dead, i can’t find no c type
she don’t wanna give me no hug, i don’t give no f*ck
i’m twenty*four, how the f*ck i already done spent a million bucks?
and now with all my hoes, just like my g*lock, gotta let it show
come here, baby, i ain’t done talkin’, don’t you walk away from me
i need your love to feed my soul so you can’t stay away from me
not for too long, don’t stay away for too long
really rich, i be mixin’ designer up with the toulon
their rent get spent on drip and drugs
percocets, that’s what i’ve been on
in your life, know you need a thug
don’t need good p*ssy, i might need a son
i k!lled a n*gga in front my family, when you talk to me, b*tch, watch your tone
done ran my racks up, got my hats up, p*ssy, ain’t never need no loan
everything in life been real, this sh*t set in stone
he dissed like he was with it, twenty*five hunnid, he ain’t make it home
i bought that boy life for cheap, cashed out jb, now he gone
pay for two, get one for free, k!llin’ sh*t get me in my zone
stamp the b*tch, he look at me wrong
suck that d*ck, eat me off the bone
f*ck me good, i’ll buy what you want
plenty racks, i do what they don’t
i do what they can’t, broke
hunnid racks, i spent that on bro
hunnid racks, spent this sh*t ’bout me, ‘fore i trip on money, i’m gon’ make me some more
ten*figure child, i’ll get that from a mixtape
i’m a rookie, you [?], now you missin’
can’t slip, pull up [?], the same day
‘member my brodie kept doin’ the same way
chewin’ up pills and they all got the same taste
swappin’ bad hoes like they all got the same face
twenty*five thousand, i made it in june, took the bros to the mall, spent forty the same day
double back, they don’t even know it’s the same drac’
’bout a ho, never f*ck twice in the same place
flew me to cali’ to keep me out the trenches, sh*t ain’t make a difference, still post in the gang way
good in the trenches, get love from the block, just like rookie of the year in the hood on game day
ain’t showin’ no sympathy, i catch him lackin’, the b*tch’ll get found with no face
never slipped on a mission, that switch go glitchin’ and i pull out quick with no trace
only been home a minute and k!lled on two n*ggas for gettin’ in my business, i don’t play
used to have a lil’ stomach, but the way she ate up my children now i sn*tched off her whole waist
he ain’t know it was comin’, couldn’t even do no runnin’, just sat there like “d*mn, no way”
grrt, boom, crack his head like a vase
tipped the ho and he went for the bait
everytime i walk in a church, i hate
i done talked to the devil in person, he told me we can work and i told his stupid ass, “okay”
i ain’t f*ckin’ ‘less i’m on a perc’, lil’ ho, i ain’t thirsty, the f*ck, you ain’t even got no cake
i flexed with a bag, he flexed his bicep, we was talkin’ ’bout weight
tryna learn to just focus on me, when i step, i done left f*ck n*ggas baked
they still think he missin’, i like it that way ’cause i got lil’ bro hid in a safe
bro sippin’ on syrup, ain’t talkin’ ’bout maple
pop out, hear he rockin’ heron, this bape
two*fifty for albums, hunnid bands for tapes
5’7, but they know i’m bigger than the a
vindictive, i get n*ggas stabbed and raped
came from nothin’, how the f*ck you gon’ hate on me?
good aim, i step sh*t from the three, say i talk to you crazy, i put on a leash
murder school, i have somethin’ i could teach
flipped up, dropped a bag, k!lled the n*gga that reached
in the mall, it was six n*ggas playin’, on my dead brother grave, i’m the reason there’s three left
when the opp n*gga died, his lil’ ass was a bum, the reason n*ggas smokin’ like top shelf
there was six n*ggas playin’, just three to the grave, sh*t, i could’ve stepped on one myself
when i k!lled that n*gga in front of my brother and sister, i ain’t need no help
ambidextrous, two broke knuckles in my right hand, i bet i’ll just shoot it with my left
that’s it

- li rye lyrics

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