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"Caught up in reality, smokin' on some fantasy"
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Drugs/Hoes/Money/Etc.
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"Too much energy, energy spent unsuccessfully, oh please just let me be one of your memories"
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Clyde (I Hope at Least One of My Ex-Girlfriends Hears This)
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"I feel like Princess Peach, rose gold on my Mercedes"
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The Thin Grey Line
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"Soon as I reached cloud nine, it started stormin'"
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The Number You Have Dialed is Not in Service
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"I ride for my family that's Grey*59, try and be all I can be and not waste my time"
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Matte Black
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"Cough a lot from that damage to my lungs"
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Avalon
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"Ruby da fucking ape, Ruby da fucking orangutan"
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Audubon
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"7th ward dragon, when I breathe it's fucking flammable"
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Fucking Your Culture
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"Sticks and stones may break my bones, but words will never hurt me"
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Kill Yourself (Part IV)
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"If I don't let my demons out to breathe, I'll end up with some horns or a pair of fucking wings"
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Not Even Ghosts Are This Empty
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"The ones who make the reaper blush, I feel like Jesus Christ the way my sneakers rust"
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Lone Wolf Hysteria
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"Blowin' dope, remindin' myself I'm the boss of the Grey, ayy
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Ugliest
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"Always complainin' bout bitches and love when I don't feel nothing, no not even lust"
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Diemonds
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"See the reaper creepin' as my blood is seeping, sleeping deeper through the night, so I can face my demons"
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My Flaws Burn Through My Skin Like Demonic Flames From Hell
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"Xanax bars up in my drink before I pour 'em (crush it up)
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O Pana!
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"Like my bitches dead, bullet to their head
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Harvest Moon
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"There ain't no debatin' with $uicide, two deep when I ride, Ruby gettin' high off of the pills that I supply"
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Mount Sinai
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"Xanax for the panic, mental problems you can add in"
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For the Last Time
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"Used to be called a bunch of things before they called me $now Leopard, I froze up and shivered off the shards of cold weather with no effort"
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All That Glitters is Not Gold, But it's Still Damn Beautiful
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"All this fame is such a curse, sometimes I wish I was a ghost, watch me raise the fucking dead next time I'm on stage at a show"
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1000 Blunts
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