[Verse 1: SXMPRA]
As I walk through the valley with this weight on my shoulders
I got the blade up in my pocket [?]
I'm thinking about the times I never gave a fuck, now I'm older
[?] full moon in the late of October
I see the walls slitt up, getting ready to move
Flashbacks, straight terror when I enter the room
I see the blood upon my jeans, I be stuck in this fucking dream
And bucking to get free from the ruckus of what I've seen
Taking the blade up out my pocket I be
[?]
So I take my shirt and clean it off and drop that bitch in the mud
[?]
If they catch me I'm a dead man walking anyway
And I'm sick with the quickness
Kill another witness
They will leave [?] go snitchin'
Cookin' 'em up like I'm in Hells Kitchen
Rippin' the venom up off everytime I need my [?]
[Break: T-Reks]
If you can only see what I see
Subtle grow catastrophe
Locked in shackles inside of your mind
[?]
As I walk through the valley with this weight on my shoulders
I got the blade up in my pocket [?]
I'm thinking about the times I never gave a fuck, now I'm older
[?] full moon in the late of October
I see the walls slitt up, getting ready to move
Flashbacks, straight terror when I enter the room
I see the blood upon my jeans, I be stuck in this fucking dream
And bucking to get free from the ruckus of what I've seen
Taking the blade up out my pocket I be
[?]
So I take my shirt and clean it off and drop that bitch in the mud
[?]
If they catch me I'm a dead man walking anyway
And I'm sick with the quickness
Kill another witness
They will leave [?] go snitchin'
Cookin' 'em up like I'm in Hells Kitchen
Rippin' the venom up off everytime I need my [?]
[Break: T-Reks]
If you can only see what I see
Subtle grow catastrophe
Locked in shackles inside of your mind
[?]
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