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345 lyrics by Lord Sko feat. Dusty Renoylds

Verse 1:Dusty Reynolds
I like the one to kick it
I guess I’m so different social misfit??
I’m trying to get my shit together
But who am I kidding
Horrible mistakes, horrible addictions
My door is open
The devil walks in
Ayo, this better be important
I wonder if hell has an aquarium
I check all my things together
I’m tired moody, if you know me
This shit is white hoodies and funerals
Damn, I fucked up shit my life did me greezy
The velvet life so easy
She’s always around, but she don’t need me
Shit with me. I’m greedy
My father passed down his vices like a family heirloom
Long live the bloodline

Interlude:
„They strike back at civilization in the only way they can
And marauding bandits”

Verse 2:Lord Sko
I’m plenty wise beyond my years to doing stupid shit
The Staring life right in the eye out through my youth
I’m losing it but get it to the age where I’ma need to face the truth of it
I just got to the stage in time they booing as the music hit
I seen their conscious ship when thinking what the future is
Blue and grim I have to wear them bruises on my ?? face
So barely do I lose my grip when holding through the cluelessness
Broken through the loops of when the spiral doesn’t use his spin Defying physics know when triumphs don’t include the win Survive the test of TEC on the fella who’s move gonna prove a quip
A living hell where you can’t escape out the Truman script
So fuck it might as well just go ahead and get the Buddha lit
The losen screws that hold my thinking tools in tune again
That boy with no remorse I used to do ‘em just to brutalist
The few I’m with I still could barely trust ‘em
Wonder who’s a friend and I just have a gut feeling that some of ‘em ain’t truly them
Yeah
I choose to move the pen the track madness truth is, then I scratch half it
Foolish shit the trap catch him lot the shit now they go through my head
I do my best to have balance wherever I end up a stubborn result of bad habits
Won’t catch me passing the baton I like a track practice
I’ma live forever won’t bury me in that flak jacket
And leak fluids to see through in the glass casket
Acting shell shock now you see food in the crab basket
A sad scarlet, a D student in class passing
Every time I hear this shit you rap I think it lacks passion
A mass tactics to tackle a mass status in your stat sheet
Laugh as they scatter the ass backwards

Yeah
So yeah, I can’t fuck with the kid no more
Yeah, I say I can’t fuck with me no more
So who you think you fucking with?
It’s that uptown shit ,Yeah
So who you think you fucking with? , Yeah