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Yeah Okay look Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Pulling me out bitch you’re a fucking clown Yeah you will go down, put that shit underground And make a sound, gonna do it for the clout My brain will speak out and is doing so now So a message to the others who can’t cope With going under, those who are going downhill Those who are mentally ill, we will look out for you And we’re not gonna stop, yeah we’re stopping the drop And then we’re climbing up top Yeah this is my fall it does not feel good at all We climbing in the call put my feelings in them all Shoot me dead, put five bullets in my hеad Stood right there, count to ten Bitchеs saying we’ll be better off as friends Hell no, what i’d do to hear your phone Talking bout but forget the tone Kept the voice of God and gave me some fucking hope Grab a bitch, make her mine and know that shit But she took me to the ditch Where my mind has been in the abyss Ay, feeling that too when you’re stuck and can’t move Letras de cancionesGet me go to the booth And say shit you can’t do And I’m feeling the hate, guess I’ll dissipate Fucking contemplate The things you went off and said From Letras Mania