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Spinnin
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They ask me where the fuck I've been, the Glock is pressin' this luck again (
You did good, $lick
)
(It's a smash)
They ask me where the fuck I've been, the Glock is pressin' this luck again
They ask me where the fuck I've been—
They ask me where the—
For eleven years, I've been speakin' in metaphors tellin' you all how I feel
Climbed up seven tiers, and the higher I got, the more I really started to fear
That if I fell off, it would be quite the fall
And it's lonely at the top, so who the fuck would I call?
Solo dolo, no hope, no show, bolo bolo, I feel fine
All this slime keeps weighin' me down, please, don't turn me to a shrine
Taking my time, bullheaded, and I'm stubborn, dig my heel into the ground
Aren't you proud yet? I nearly killed myself tryin' to harness a crowd
Oh, how I doubt myself, but I came such a long way from rottin' on the couch
Oh, what a drought it's been, prayin' for hurricane rain, watch me aim for the clouds
Peel the shroud off my skin, things are beginnin' to sprout, I'm beginnin' a vow
I'm sinnin', now all the lights dimmin', I'm spinnin' eternally, shit just goes 'round and 'round
Wear depression like a style, hurts too much to fake a smile, old trauma but the tears brand new (Ooh-ooh-ooh)
Ringer stay on, family waitin' for the call, they know is gonna be bad news (Ooh-ooh-ooh)
Sorry, I can't stay, at least my dad smilin' away, like, "Damn, look at my boy run"
How could I let you into a place I never been? I'm a knot away from comin' undone
I'm so twisted inside (Twisted inside)
I'm numb, but my angels cry (My angels cry)
Came up on pain and despair
Let's hope that these tears are prayers
They ask me where the fuck I've been, the Glock is pressin' this luck again
They ask me where the fuck I've been, the Glock is pressin' this luck again
They ask me where the fuck I've been—
They ask me where the—
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