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White Earl
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Eyo, real life shit..
Would sell his soul if he could change the past And a few of these mistakes made over a taste of ass Face the facts, its one of those funnier days he's had Raised his glass, drank until the pain was trashed A brainiac, who stays stuck in his head for days His time bombs tickin over these beds he's made A bitchs feminine ways creates his fetish for hate If he'd of let'er be he'd be a lot better today brought a baby in the world and ain't know for a year The paternity test results what he totally fears Choked on his tears, mixed in with so many beers Over a daughter in his life he ain't know would appear Coke on the mirror, tryina make his thoughts escape Talks insane, afraid his fucking life's been tossed away Another baby gil's on his plate, what she cost to raise But the kid ain't mean to ruin his night All she came here to do is live her own beautiful life She grew up despite the hate and despair And laughs when people say her life isn't as crazy as thiers At a young age wanted to run from the storm And away from her parents who fought just because she was born Looked at the pouring rain, afraid, tired of being a burden Feeling the pain, how much could fucking be in one person!? Her demons were perfect, the curses, and the blood in her veins Her fathers addictions, and mothers would uncover her fate The steps she would take to avoid the feelings she fought The feelings of fault, that caused her world to really dissolve building a vault, concealiing the thoughts she wouldn't share Cause it was easier to hide, then to find people who cared Scared, seemed like people were scarce, and nature would hit Like a brick, she gets high, calls it the only way to exist
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