Flatline - ¡MAYDAY!

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Mama done told me all you’re missing is the pain

Only thing you in love with is the feeling in your veins

'Cause baby we all addicted to the ones we can’t explain

And usually falling victim to some self-inflicted stakes

Baby that’s the logistics, wouldn’t miss it for a thing

Wouldn’t throw out the baby with the water and the stick

And as long as you feeling something baby boy then it’s a win

'Cause as soon as this shit get easy you get hit

Yeah you get split into the mix quick

Figure you just figured and twisted

You walking on a tightrope, broke and your lip' split

But you just keep it going, you not knowing this shit’s flip

You did it to yourslf, might as well had your wrist slit bitch

This ain’t a game you play casually, no man

Insanity so grand you’ll laugh at the program

And wondr if you ever really came with the stacked grime

We ain’t here to pass time, we running from that flatline

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Mama done told me all you’re missing is the fame

They been downplaying y’all, I find it strange and deranged

I mean how many smashes does it take to see the glam

Lies slowly on the system they arranged?

It’s insane

But I don’t really trip I just load up the Mossberg

I murder and drop birds, I’m killing you crosswords, shit

I’m flying to survive 30 days and nights

With these blood-sucking fucking parasites

And it’s aight, talk your shit now, dog

We all getting exiled

Eventually we all getting fed to the reptiles

We all on our own but feel like it’s the best times

Like rocking new suits with Colombian neck-ties

What I been on is something hard to explain

It’s hard to just frame and mount up for you lames

Though every time I think about it, answer’s always the same

I hope they find that I’ve been losing my mind avoiding that flatline

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