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kill ebola
Put the blade down
Belly of pills and bottles big amounts
Dont disperse now
If you in the ground then my brains blowing out
Im sorry you down
Dip from a frown not the fucking way out cus i know that the silence is loud
Ill keep cooking sounds if your soul sticks around love you
Frights bound
When its night
Out mares in
Mind now
Cry out
Without i
Round rather
Die trynna
Find out
Where we go im
Lucky that i found out
Shake her shouting
Made it out in
Baker acted gown
Cus dreamins when the trauma hits
Sumthing that a pill and bottle fix
Why you trynna see if god exists
Took your anger out on thighs and wrists