H.3.A.L - Anti Life

I wake up in the morning
Brush my teeth and fuck yo' bitch and then I pee
Friday morning mama cooking in the house and I can smell the grease
Turning on the TV ain't no R.I.P and ain't no peace
I'm knowing these niggas admire me
Sometimes that is inspiring
Inside of my head I'm retiring
But can I make it to retirement
And will make it to see Ireland
Can't flatten me out no irony
Can't flatten me out no irony
I wake up in the morning
Brush my teeth and fuck yo' bitch and then I pee
Friday morning mama cooking in the house and I can smell the grease
Turning on the TV ain't no R.I.P and ain't no peace
My emotions I got em' from my mama
Excuse me daddy it's been too long since seen the Bahamas
I didn't see you last Christmas I been counting up comas
I been fighting with my girl I hope it don't cause no drama
I been drinking and driving that's how I deal with trama
And if he bucking with Chris then I'ma pull out my lama
And if he touching my Khori then I'ma blow up like Osama
Send some hitters to ya' house like I'm Obama
You take my peace I'll take your life I think that's a fair trade
Slay my demons they can't use a self aid
The devil trying to get me paid
I'll leave sum detonators at his address where he stay
My girl giving me love and that's what I crave
She sending red hearts and all I can do is reply ok
I don't mean to think like this
But sometimes I think like this
I been treated like shit so I treat em' like shit
Through thick and thin
I know baby you thinking how'd even get to this?
They say ignorance is bliss but I say money make my wish
We looking at the stars baby tell me what I done missed
I close my eyes and then-
I wake up in the morning
Brush my teeth and fuck yo' bitch and then I pee
Friday morning mama cooking in the house and I can smell the grease
Turning on the TV ain't no R.I.P and ain't no peace
There ain't no peace (yuh yuh yuh)
There ain't no peace (yuh yuh yuh)
There ain't no peace (yuh)
I wake up in the morning
Brush my teeth and fuck yo' bitch and then I pee
Friday morning mama cooking in the house and I can smell the grease
Turning on the TV ain't no R.I.P and ain't no peace
That's that motherfuker right there
Nah nah fuck this
Both of you motherfuckers are crazy
I'm going to my car get my other gun
Shoot everybody's ass
Ramen Ramen Ramen!
Go away

Written by:
Michael Cargo Jr.

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