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internal wounds - twisted insane lyrics

[intro]
and i gotta let all you fools out there know, man. ayy, sometimes you gotta give up and you gotta let go. but you ain’t gotta let go to that far, to where you just, you know, you just don’t care no more or nothin’ like that, you know. i had to get up and i had to move on, you know. i got two lil’ youngsters out there now. and i’m not sayin’, well, you know, if i, if i be rollin’ today, or anything like that, you know, and my kids finna catch it or sum’n like that, you know. i’m not even finna bring them near that

[verse 1]
wakin’ up in the nighttime with cold sweats
wonder why i ain’t seen no ghosts yet
i believe a n*gga passed out off the mo’ wet
it was too big, i don’t even wanna go yet
walk up out it i was right, hold up, wait a minute, i can’t be sh*t
what you n*ggas want? a three*piеce, or luigis with the deep dish
we can hit thе beach all day but them hallways give me seasick
time for you to go, six feet, get the reaper on the remix
good luck, homie
delve into deeper parts of my mental
soon as you hit the line, you make sure to show your credentials
not sayin’ i didn’t do all the stupid bits that i meant to
most of you get too sick by the type of sh*t that i’m into
razor blades for the face and the paper plates for the lentil
sicker than sick and lynch, he will tell you n*ggas, i kid you
not, orwell redenbacher, will pop ’em, drop ’em, i hit you
i have only begun so you better run from the pitbull
know when they tell you when they see me, run
you hang around with me and your whole career will be done
paint me a faulty picture, then tell you that i’m a drunk
used to be on the top and now look at what you’ve become
maybe you thought of danger when face to face with a gangster
but facin’ my pace of anger you down and weighin’ a ton
layin’ awake, i’m evasive, the razor blade for the shavin’
i take your fate when i scr*pe it, your tater, take it and run
you woke a n*gga from a dead sleep, get my life back
don’t n0body got a chance in h*ll, all fail when i fight back
i will k!ll ’em with the venom, what you thought, i’m ’bout to roll up in a ball? i’m right back
ain’t n0body playin’ with him, i ain’t even wanna do a n*gga but it’s like that
cry a bl**dy river, hit me in the morning, 5 o’clock, why you write that?
don’t even know where the light’s at ’cause it’s all black in the room
gotta walk around daily with a .380 strapped to my hip
’cause i live with these internal wounds
[interlude 1]
when them kids be in the car with me, you know, i gotta tell my girl, “ayy, won’t you teach the kids how to get down on the floor”. (internal wounds) you know, i hope it ain’t gotta be like that, but sometimes it’s like that, you know. i got homies, man, that’s out there, that’s doin’ what they gotta do…(internal wounds)

[chorus]
i just walk around daily
mentality scarred from them internal wounds
when i walk up out the house i stay with this .380
i just seen my best homeboy got k!lled on the news
internal wounds
(from the internal wounds, internal wounds)
internal wounds
(i just walk around daily, i just walk around
i just walk around, i just walk around)
internal wounds
la lala la
(i just walk around, i just walk around, i just walk around)
la lala la
internal wounds
la lala la

[interlude 2]
yeah, i’m walking down the street, fools roll up. “*where you from?” *n*gga, where you from?
(la lala la) (internal wounds)

[verse 2]
thought about who to get on this
for the feature to help sell my sh*t
i need top 10 or i call it quits
if i don’t sell then i failed the sick
i told them all we k!ll ’em, representin’ for the brain gang
ain’t n0body give or finna be up on my level, ease up for the maintain
used to run around this muhf*cka, pistol on the hip, be ready with the gang bang
here we come again, i’m in a movie, get up out the way before they brains hang (the reaper)
pourin’ rain, highway through the night
dig deeper, grim reaper, patient for your life
before a n*gga ever lose it, my fuse will ignite
strainin’ to be the hybrid that lies in my pipe
people comin’ with the bullsh*t but it’s gravy
you gon’ have to take a time out, really find out if i’m brazy
when they thinkin’ i be with the wolfin’, i’ma get to whoopin’ n*ggas all fazy
i’ma do it all for the green, 619 southeast made me
green rag on the face, any minute with the heat on my waist
they like, “n*gga you can’t come here no mo'”
i ain’t even like it in this b*tch anyway, i’ma hop back in the minivan
with my kids like, “daddy, can we go?”
born cursed, they told me i wouldn’t make it from nothin’
when i told ’em i would do it, they was like, “who is you bluffin’?”
when you ain’t even got no bread for a cheap egg mcm*ffin
with the broke payless chucks, n*gga, you ain’t even got no bucket
i was right about to say f*ck it and then had my son king
hold up, hold up, baby, when you on the frontline, food time dumping
did even [?] here for my kid, he needs lunch meat
then he grew up to be h*lla bad up in this class talkin’ ’bout f*ck me
thinkin’ ’bout way back when i had the grey ‘lac it was just me
don’t even know where the bud be ’cause it’s all black in the room
gotta rock around daily with a .380 strapped to my hip
’cause i live with these internal, live with these internal wounds
[interlude 3]
and the point then, how i feel, is like, when my homies rest, i’m not finna go down like that. (internal wounds) i’m not havin’ it. all you fools out there, you know what i’m sayin’. yeah, i got me once, i’m coming back. (internal wounds)

[outro + chorus vocals in the background]
i hit the streets, i roll. ayy, see some of my homies, you know. we see some, we see some lil’… junk finna jump off. you know, ayy man, let’s tilt to the side, let’s just kick it. that’s how it is, let’s just kick it. watch the fools jump off, they jumps off, okay, it’s all over with now. you know, they fools done dunked on my homies and sh*t. now they gone. i’m walkin’ down the street, oh, they ain’t comin’ back, or one fool say, yeah we comin’ back. i’m goin’ out, i, ain’t not finna happen to me. i’m finna go, i’m finna go to my homeboy house. and i’m gonna be in the house, ain’t nothin’ gon’ happen to me. alright, you go anyway, you know

- twisted insane lyrics

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