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criminal state of mind - joeyrat lyrics

verse 1

meet me at the corner liquor store around 4
make sure you bring a bat. cause were breakin’ down the door
maybe if i could rap, i wouldn’t have to steal
we robbin’ with some fake guns, its so f-ckin’ surreal
my pockets hurtin’ bad, i’m just tryin’ to make em heel
life is harder than a rock, but i got nerves of steel
the world is a monstrocity
we all livin’ in poverty
will i ever be successfull probably
but failure has gotten me
to where i am today
mind of a criminal ready to shoot away
president obama is who i f-ckin’ blame
the b-lls in my court b-tch, its not a f-ckin game
he’s out shootin’ hoops, i’m out shootin’ locks
opening doors with my semi-auto c-cked glocks
times runnin’ out, so i grabbed an extra clock
got shot in the back by obama where’s my doc
i’m sick of this life, i’m sick of this office
its like a bad wife, they think there all bosses
i elect donald trump, as the next president
maybe then i will be hesitant to rob another resident
i’ll create a new testament, to let him in
he’ll better than. ever man
take my f-ckin word
really grab it out my -ss. i’m talkin’ sh-t like a tird
hated obama every second that i’m almost on my third

chorus:
criminal. state of mind
has me f-ckin’ blind
tell president obama shove it up his behind
if i needed 50 cents to take a sh-t
i would have to puke
every word i spit is legit
and that’s the f-ckin truth
motherf-cker

verse 2

i rob things, its my blood like hodgkins
but i don’t do drugs, and you shouldn’t either
life or death. i want niether
i just need to take a breath. cause i think i need a breather
i remember fifth grade, detention after cl-ss everyday from the sh-t i made
i made kids cry by spittin’ in there face
i had a crush on the teacher, i saw myself in love
my lil pepe gettin hard. i thought i could rise above
i was wrong, now i’m here writin’ this song
i just wish my d-ck was as long
back then as it is today
take a grain a salt for every stupid f-cking thing i say
i’mma beast, gettin criminally charged for murdering these beats
i’m coverin’ up hoes underneat my sheets
i don’t give f-ck, i do what i please
so get the f-ck out my house and give me back the keys
we’ve been experiencing. trouble in the neighborhood
they sayin kids like me. ain’t doin’ any good
well then leave your f-ckin’ house
and get the f-ck up out of my town
life here is a b-tch and i stripped her of her night gown
when i come around. better turn the other way
if you try to runaway. b-tch your gonna have pay
now clear your ear wax and listen to what i’m about to say

- joeyrat lyrics

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