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Death Race For Love (Bonus Track Ver.)

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From the unknown
I ran away, I dont think Im comin back home
Whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa
Like a crawl space, this a dark place I roam

Aint no right way, just the wrong way I know
I problem-solve with Styrofoam
My world revolves around a black hole
The same black hole thats in place of my soul
Im empty, I feel so goddamn empty
I may go rogue, dont tempt me
Big bullet holes, tote semi autos

Oh, yeah, Im keepin it real, real
Im keepin it real
Oh, yeah, life gets tough, shit is getting real
Yeah, I dont know how to feel
Swallowing all these pills
Numb my real feels

Uh, devil standing here tryna make a deal,
uh
It aint no deal, feel like
Im goin crazy but still it
took a lot to get me here
Losing my sanity up
in a house in the hills, hills, hills
I aint have anything then
and I still dont have anything still, still, still

Bein me, I rock PnB
These hoes actin like gossip,
TMZ these drugs
Actin like mosh pits, squishin me, oh my
Oh me, how they kill me slowly

Lonely, Ive been gettin no peace
OD, feel like overdosing
Low key I been looking for the signs
But all I can find is the sign of the times

From the unknown
I ran away,
I dont think Im comin back home
Whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa
Like a crawl space,
this a dark place I roam

Aint no right way,
just the wrong way I know
I problem solve with Styrofoam
My world revolves around a black hole
The same black hole thats
in place of my soul
Im empty, I feel so goddamn empty
I may go rogue, dont tempt me
Big bullet holes, tote semi autos

I aint suicidal
Only thing suicide is suicide doors
Fight for survival
Gotta keep hope up, rolling good dope up
Hold my hand, through hell we go
Dont look back, it aint the past no more
Gonna get to the racks
all them niggas want war
Yeah, I was put here to lead the lost souls
Exhale depression as the wind blows
These are the laws of living in vogue
Were perfectly imperfect children
Rose from the dust,
all of us are on a mission

Never gave a fuck,
really came from rags to riches
Now we live it up,
drivin with the rooftop missin
I dont give a fuck,
really came from rags to riches
Now I live it up,
drivin with the rooftop missin

From the unknown
I ran away,
I dont think Im comin back home
Whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa
Like a crawl space,
this a dark place I roam

Aint no right way,
just the wrong way I know
I problem solve with Styrofoam
My world revolves around a black hole
The same black hole thats
in place of my soul
Im empty, I feel so goddamn empty
I may go rogue, dont tempt me
Big bullet holes, tote semi autos