[Verse 1]
Looking outside my room
Elevated clouds move the moon
But you can't take it
You just here to remake the memories and these..
Locked doors guarantee my keys
21st floor staring at my death
My breath is faintly fading
I'm calm as hell fakin' jamaican I'm waitin'
Who would need the main king of the breed
Think I'm smilin' but uhm.. Inside I bleed
I may have been deceived
One leap could make me leave nigga
[Refrain]
One leap could make me leave man
Just one..
One leap could make me leave dawg
[Verse 2]
I'm not tired of living I'm just - tired of slippin'
Or maybe I'm just tired of life and the hell that it's giving
Maybe when I'm dead they could call it an accident
Who cares about me?
The money's under some increment
Bothered. Dead busybody broken and the doctor's bothered
"Take him, zip him and move him to the cold room
Prepare the flame to warm him up."
"Nigga it's real" was just a front dawg
Dreamin' bout guns to doing the fun
The dangerous run
Trackin' down the buildings I could jump from
The place you die in ain't the place you run from
Right?
Pistol to the side: *gunshot*
Best dose of cyanide
For my upcoming suicide
Do-or-die simple spitter making two aside
Or just to fly...
Make a dive to the ground just to try
One Leap could make me leave nigga
Looking outside my room
Elevated clouds move the moon
But you can't take it
You just here to remake the memories and these..
Locked doors guarantee my keys
21st floor staring at my death
My breath is faintly fading
I'm calm as hell fakin' jamaican I'm waitin'
Who would need the main king of the breed
Think I'm smilin' but uhm.. Inside I bleed
I may have been deceived
One leap could make me leave nigga
[Refrain]
One leap could make me leave man
Just one..
One leap could make me leave dawg
[Verse 2]
I'm not tired of living I'm just - tired of slippin'
Or maybe I'm just tired of life and the hell that it's giving
Maybe when I'm dead they could call it an accident
Who cares about me?
The money's under some increment
Bothered. Dead busybody broken and the doctor's bothered
"Take him, zip him and move him to the cold room
Prepare the flame to warm him up."
"Nigga it's real" was just a front dawg
Dreamin' bout guns to doing the fun
The dangerous run
Trackin' down the buildings I could jump from
The place you die in ain't the place you run from
Right?
Pistol to the side: *gunshot*
Best dose of cyanide
For my upcoming suicide
Do-or-die simple spitter making two aside
Or just to fly...
Make a dive to the ground just to try
One Leap could make me leave nigga
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