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​i want my life back - bruhmanegod lyrics

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[intro]
yeah
cult sh*t, mfnf (make family not friends, muh*hahahahaha)
based and negative
uh, uh, uh, uh, uh

[pre*chorus]
i be listenin’ to bones, i be listenin’ to sy
you be listenin’ to hoes (hoes)
p*ssin’—, p*ssin’ in your clothes, suffer long in your woes
get the f*ck from ’round my home, i’ma hit ’em with the hose (i’ma hit ’em with the hose)
always tryna tell me somethin’ you think i don’t know
ain’t no competition ’cause i ain’t afraid of ghosts
h*h*he want me to name a track, i be like, “i don’t know”
smokin’ bread, spent his last dollar on a trichome

[chorus]
knowin’ ’bout the fam’, talkin’ ’bout i want my life back
sh*t get real when you movin’ down thе right path
really that kid like my eyеs on a ipad
stay on top, give a f*ck ’bout a climax

[verse]
get them—, get them drugs out my face, you know i ain’t tryna try that
every rapper suck, and your life worth a dime pack
stay up on my porch with a rifle and a rice hat
all your sh*t forced, you on your vanilla ice swag
my soul ain’t for sale, beamy god don’t got a price tag
every time i make a band, kinda feel like crack
b*tch, i’m on the stage, panderin’ to all the white trash
the beat go at least this hard, then i might rap
every time i step inside the club, i see coke fiends, dope fiends
i don’t even smoke weed, for sure keepin’ my nose clean
i do my dance in the spot, freaky like a roti
i hit the game from the back ’til i give it g**ts*
i be listenin’ to cxrpse, i be listenin’ to ghostie
the gang smoke top*shelf gas ’til it choke me
you p*ssies sendin’ threats through the phone like obi
in yo’ driveway, slashin’ twenty*fours like kobe
[pre*chorus]
i*i*i be listenin’ to bones, i be listenin’ to sy
you be listenin’ to hoes (hoes)
p*ssin’—, p*ssin’ in your clothes, suffer long in your woes
get the f*ck from ’round my home, i’ma hit ’em with the hose (i’ma hit ’em with the hose)
always tryna tell me somethin’ you think i don’t know
ain’t no competition ’cause i ain’t afraid of ghosts
h*h*he want me to name a track, i be like, “i don’t know”
smokin’ bread, spent his last dollar on a trichome

[chorus]
knowin’ ’bout the fam’, talkin’ ’bout i want my life back
sh*t get real when you movin’ down the right path
really that kid like my eyes on a ipad
stay on top, give a f*ck ’bout a climax
really with the sh*ts, i’ma give y’all sepsis
stay on top, and you just gotta accept it
really that kid, baby bottle for my respite
beamy god, eat lost souls for my breakfast

[outro]
make family not friends, muh*hahahahaha
i want my life back, back—, back—
i want my—
back—, back—, back—
i want my—, b*b*b*back—
i want my—
back—, back—

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