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Dorant Wells
Dorant Wells
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I was laying in the trenches, clenching to my gun and hiding past defenses Motherfucker tapped me on my shoulder, asked me where my friends is Told him two are blue, 'nother is through, they won't make the news Am I turning green? Cause I'm wishing it was me Now I'm seeing red Is it time for bed, finally time for bed I am tired, tired, tired. I am tired Bitch I promise pushing daisies' all that I desire Your helping hand is not required sir, I'm just a commoner If I was really 'bout it, I would stand into the line of fire da da da da So yes, I thought about it Even glorified it And I wrote about it Put a message in a bottle Waddled to the shore and watched it sail away The thoughts are here to stay By the way, this ain't a cry for help I think it's best you leave and focus on yourself I'm misery walking, but hate it when company's talking I don't direction when facing a dead end I was alone when you found me Can you take me back to where you found me Nigga, I was happy in the valley I don't fuck with you, get from around me, nigga I was alone when you found me (I was alone when you fucking found me nigga) Can you take me back to where you found me (Take me back) Nigga, I was happy in the valley (I was happy in the fucking valley nigga) I don't fuck with you, get from around me (Move) nigga Seven hours later, motherfucker hasn't left, I know I'm not a bad communicator Keep on tryna change the subject, I don't give a shit about your wife in South Decatur She prolly fucking other niggas, I don't blame her you don't got a penny to your name My death is just a waiting game, but it sound like you should play I'm happy that your mammi finally had you after two miscarriages caused by your papi You tapping lil' nigga? What happened? I ain't even touch on your little ass dick that you packing And speaking of which, how's your son doing after that quote on quote minor infraction I'm finna keep pinching, prodding, poking, pushing these buttons Cause bitch it don't matter to me at this point I really love to see you suffering The battle is lost I really love to see that you're mourning Bitch I'm sadistic as fuck It comes with a punch Hey, I gave you a warning If you can't beat me, then join me Under your skin (hey) You can sense a piece of pain that I feel With all that you smiling still Come look at this motherfucker tryna heal Nigga He finally left He's been on my ass since I was a cadet Not only that, he's defeated How much lower can I get Nigga Nigga
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