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most mentally stable person in existence (feat. oliver grind) - scales lyrics

yeah

you know sometimes
when you wake up in the morning * ha
you don’t wake up, you dead
as f*ck
eyes closed
in the grave no more
do somethin’
do somethin’

(495 yeah)

sad motherf*cker and i don’t like a lot of sh*t
only tryna f*ck when i [?]
woke up, 2 blunts deep i ain’t bothered with
most talkin’ sh*t, smoke somethin’
i ain’t on sh*t

f*ck being woke
f*ck being right
f*ck selling weed
f*ck selling anything, aight? lil b*tch
burn that
f*ck love
i ain’t tryna feel none
same sh*t, different day
i just wanna steal something
you ain’t doing sh*t lil p*ssy b*tch you get your meals run
get your sh*t took and b*tch look it, i don’t feel nothin’
uh uh uh
that’s the sound that i make
whеn i f*ckin’ hate sh*t
and the ground when it shakе
and i smoke straight p*ss
hit that p*ssy too good
prolly get my grave l!cked
495 lame b*tch
different day, same sh*t, same screen
typing words til it all make sense
til it all make sense

[?] where the hoes at
sp*ceship p*ssy [?]
[?]
there are no hoes here
[?] and i also take prozac
[?]

and i f*ckin’ slap with it
use to smoke crack, scam ebt and fat b*tches
[?]
homeless has some lil wack pimpin’
lil ass schemes turn to nothing i say god dang it
used to pull a dolo with no photos and a whole bucket
then i got narc’d on
i was cryin’, sayin’ f*ck it
brand tuckin’
i was at a low
i was stand shruggin’, still thuggin’
pants too low
i’m a real husband

don’t let me talk to your b*tch she might feel something
i might snort a lot of [?] and then k!ll somethin’
dahmer that b*tch, eat the corpse, i’m a meal puppet
i’m in that sh*t
feel the force of a real f*ckin’
devil in my eyes
said it burns, i don’t feel nothin’
born for this sh*t
cut a b*tch in her real stomach
dance in the entrails
prance while i’m still cummin
mans said a hollowed out voice finna hear nothin

sad motherf*cker and i don’t like a lot of sh*t
only tryna f*ck when i [?]
woke up, 2 blunts deep i ain’t bothered with
most talkin’ sh*t, smoke somethin’
i ain’t on sh*t
f*ck being woke
f*ck being right
f*ck selling weed
f*ck selling anything, aight? lil b*tch
burn that
f*ck love
i ain’t tryna feel none
same sh*t, different day
i just wanna steal something

you ain’t doing sh*t lil p*ssy b*tch you get your meals run
get your sh*t took and b*tch look it, i don’t feel nothin’
uh uh uh
that’s the sound that i make
when i f*ckin’ hate sh*t
and the ground when it shake
and i smoke straight p*ss
hit that p*ssy too good
prolly get my grave l!cked
495 lame b*tch
different day, same sh*t, same screen
typing words til it all make sense
til it all make sense

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