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Don't care keep the blade tucked aimed at you

This sh*t the same as it was all them years ago

'Cept now it change with the stains that ruin your whole fit

Whatchu know about that thang when you can't even change

Ain't busting down no doors or popping feelings smoking noia

My sh*t sound real as f*ck I'm staining screw all the key changes 

I'm tryna live life it's so hard ain't a ray of

Sunshine in the south makes my skin bubble

Still caught in the waves of self destruction I cant even get up