Blood Was Spilled For A Waste Of Time Lyrics

I'll kill myself before you ever see me with that bitch again

How many grams? Bout ten

I fuckin' hate bitches that play men

Ain't no savin

When I'm layin

On the ground, lifeless

Minus the fact that I'm dying

Hiding from the fact that I get to high everyday

How many is it today?

And I asked that on a Monday

Okay

And I found God, but I still shoot that pistol

Ever since I was 14 they claimed I'm a criminal

Cause I'm original

(Should I keep goin' or like)

(Like shit)

(I mean)

(Like shit)

(They say that I sound the same)

(Know what I'm sayin?)

(Should I keep going?)

(Yeah)

Sound the same, same name, okay

Never changed a thing, but my fuckin' appearance

Disappearance, and I just watch the darkness of myself come out

You don't know what I'm about

A year ago, nothing but doubt

I don't care about the clout

B to the N to the B

See what I see

I remember when it was Me vs. Me

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