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What have I become What have I become Nothing into one what I always was Broken and undone Nothing into one what I always was What have I become Know what time it is Daylight never come Got no bullets left shot them at the sun Got no bullets left shot them at the sun Got no bullets left shot them at the sun You don't exist to me You don't exist to me Life is a vision a filthy epiphany I don't exist I'm the ghost of a mystery Lay on the floor when it's sticky and slippery This is my eulogy this is my elegy Tired of everyone Tired of everything Tired of tiredness Sicc of the siccness that lives in my brain and it's eating my energy Hold my glocc to my mouth let my dome pop On the kitchen floor where I rot at the doorstop Forced with that course like it's dope that shit so hot Speaking of hot I want the sun off my blocc Everyone hold up your glocc Alright now everybody pay attention On the count of three were gonna shoot out the sun 1-2-3
Bitch ima shoot out the sun Bitch ima shoot out the sun Ima shoot out the sun Bitch ima shoot out the sun Bitch ima shoot out the sun Ima shoot out the sun Bitch ima shoot out the sun Bitch ima shoot out the sun Ima shoot out the sun Bitch ima shoot out the sun Bitch ima shoot out the sun Hol up What have I become What have I become Nothing into one what I always was Broken and undone Nothing into one what I always was What have I become Know what time it is Daylight never come Got no bullets left shot them at the sun Got no bullets left shot them at the sun Got no bullets left shot them at the sun
Look what you did to me Look what you did to me Nothing is siccening You ain't do shit to me You are not meant to be in my vicinity Fucc all your energy You don't mean anything I feel like everything I feel like emptying seventeen clips in my abdomen Seventeen clips to my phallus to dazzle me You are anatomy I put my flesh and the tears and they mad at me Won't let the spirits abandon me Look what the spirits laid out for me These boys ain't joining no punk band But I turned them all into casualties
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