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I'm never making it home
I'm never making it home

Lately I been feeling like fck it
Why give a fck when nobody can be trusted
All I had was dream and a book bag
Weed gars 4.5 and my ski mask
Im never making it home
I knew when my moma was gone
I had to do shit on my own
So god am I wrong for making a way on my own
Listen
All I every had was a heartbreak
What is love when it really leads to heartaches
Catching slugs from your mouth with the words running out
Feeling blood but im feeling like im bleeding clout
I'm never trusting a soul
I'm feeling like god when he let satin go
I buss down my gar and I roll
Everything that lives in my soul
I inhale the smoke
And let that shii go