[Verse 1] I dont need your praise, get the fuck up out my space Hold on I dont need your plays, do not click up on my face Rather die up on the vine, with every word I got inside Then disperse myself amongst the world in a fashion I dislike And I think its about that time, Ima show the world them fuckin rhymes How you pass away deep down inside, found a new plot with a brand new life Got a hundred shoes still I got one knife, get it everyday like I got one night Though they never act like they got one life, they fucking up every day and just thinking they can [Bridge x2] Come back from that But they cant And its sad to me Its sad to me [Verse 2] Waking up, gotta get my shit together Trench coat swinging in any weather Looking at my gold while they search for treasure Proof is in the pudding, Bones do it better That dont mean that Ill teach it to ya That just mean that Im the reaper to ya Take you when I please and then I Leave you with the leaves and let you sleep with nature
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