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

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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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