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Sick to my stomach Weather I spit or I piss or I vomit I can't resist from a tonic of this purest bliss every time it assists with these problems Honest, unfit for their comments Conjure some shit that I've pondered Pompous Ass bitch, I can't bother to try to consistently swallow my pride for your honor I was dismissed in your squalor I've been a sinner since singular digits Everything I said that I would do, I did it Never let a motherfucker through, I pivot Prolific on beats, flows heat, so here's a skillet I don't wanna hear another peep from you bitches Go deep with these wicked intentions, I keep attention to detail Running this clockwork until my feet fail Peak 'till my face more pale than ski trails Sick of them all overlooking me Spit a raw flow, but I'm still overcooking beats Bitch, I cut flows like it's butcher meat Raw dogging rhythms like bitches who fall for the hook and skeet Spit it, I live it Now, can you hoes dig it? I'm Booker T Sleek as a scissor kick, dreams at my fingertips Bright as the sun, you hoes get too close then I will call your ass Icarus I don't feel like myself I can't deal with myself As a matter of fact Let's be real, I just feel like pure hell Peel off the layers I've held Suppress feelings and dwell then I'll bid you farewell I don't feel like myself I can't deal with myself As a matter of fact Let's be real, I just feel like pure hell Peel off the layers I've held Suppress feelings and dwell then I'll bid you farewell Been a minute, I've been slipping Time has delayed Thoughts spin a hundred miles a minute, I've been away With this grim unfiltered thinking All the time that I wasted Life isn't kind, but this ain't time for complaining Living for a remedy, inclined to be faded All you motherfuckers are inclined to say fake shit Face it, favoring my favorite ways to fade away I stray away Pretending that you're happy, that's your favorite game I may refrain the basic courtesy to fucking play your game and paying with uncertainty I paved this to reserve my grief I made this confer my dreams I gave in the form of flames and my urgency Heard you speak and now I'm currently quite sure I don't prefer to greet you with any more time Let alone, eternity Left alone, refer to peaks of the past, I'm quite earnestly on a path to burn these dreams And let my fucking worries bleed I don't feel like myself I can't deal with myself As a matter of fact Let's be real, I just feel like pure hell Peel off the layers I've held Suppress feelings and dwell then I'll bid you farewell I don't feel like myself I can't deal with myself As a matter of fact Let's be real, I just feel like pure hell Peel off the layers I've held Suppress feelings and dwell then I'll bid you farewell