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turn my mind off. - home bowman lyrics

i’m just a lonely kid with too much on his mind, i told you
got my life taken away when i was five, i told you
b*tches walking around, they talking like they gonna report ya
b*tches walking around, they talking like they know a d*mn thing

i’m just a lonely kid with too much on his mind, i told you
all you f*ckers wanna end my f*cking life, i know it
whatchu doin?
whatchu doin?
whatchu doin? whatchu doin little

p*ssy boy running through the motherf*cking set
with his pills in his pocket and the gun that make him sad
i don’t give two f*cks, i don’t ever get mad
all i know is that i told you i could say it with my chest

little boy, hope you know who you’re talking to
different girl every week, cause i wanted to
razor blade, cellophane, makеs me wanna (uh)
b*tch is on her knees but i still wanna (uh)

on a motherf*cking rich b*tch
you don’t gotta tеll me too much
nowadays i’m too cordial
i just keep it lowkey when i move through
selling pods to the freshies like a dope dude
motherf*ckers don’t know what i go through
tryna keep the rhythm tight like i’m osu
and you know i’m wise like an old dude
and the pockets staying empty like a broke dude
i been broke dude, i been broke dude
i been broke dude
pills didn’t help but the new ones do
say she want a hit, let the high come through
got a lot on your mind? well i do too
i don’t like to think cause this life i didn’t choose

f*cked up and i can’t move (aye)
pills so i can’t feel blue (aye)
stayed up for 3 days straight (aye)
girl wonders if i’m playing games (aye)

airplane on my phone
airplane on my phone
never let ’em call
never let ’em

p*ssy boy running through the motherf*cking set
with his pills in his pocket and the gun, that make him sad
i don’t give two f*cks, i don’t ever get mad
all i know is that i told you i could say it with my chest

- home bowman lyrics

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