My brain is shot
My bones are frigid
I try to be soft
But I come off rigid
I guess I should stop
Or I should stop guessin
I guess I should stop
Or I should get knocked
I’m high off the shit
And low off the Four Loco
I’m out of my wit
And don’t know here it go
I’m caught in a zone
With the sound of a knock knock knock
I pray they don’t get me
But I know when I’m got
My brain is shot
I’m cold then I’m hot hot hot
I try to be soft
But I’m comin off rock
I guess I should stop
Or I should stop guessin
I guess I should stop
Or I should get dropped
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