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7 Times Suicide Turn Back Time

again he's staring at his own face with anger Repeating himself "why I'm still here with those tears?" Dying... Crying If I could just turn back time

On the block hollering at bitches like 'fuck you, you stuck up' But what could a shorty see in a jerk, a man when she leave? A man when she get back from

, even if she's layin on her back for bread, instead of talkin about her show her to earn it without opening legs, why my people rather point fingers and turn

it we out here sellin keys Now my roof suede, and my seats gator I aint want tints, I like to see haters We rollin back to back, and we rollin slow Whitney

sad homie y'all know trae got my back he gon' look out for my people God leave me not in temptation deliver me from evil and if it's my time, im ready

back to sleep Go back to sleep Counting bodies like sheep Go back to sleep Go to sleep [x14] Go back to sleep Go back to sleep Go back to sleep Counting

em, even if she's layin on her back for bread, instead of talkin about her show her to earn it without opening legs, why my people rather point fingers and turn

say it one time, watch the whole world scream back G-U-N-O-T, now thats for Billboard, rest in peace And since my nigga died, I been stress no sleep Contemplating suicide

teeth out Cuts his finger off than escape with a suicide The king of pop died, Michael Vick was fighting dogs But he walked and did his time let him throw