.Verse 1
These years, I juggle a pistol
And a letter, sincerely Beardo
See I ain't kill my self yet
But the voices, they don't let me get no rest
How'd my life end up such a mess?
And how'd I get this gun on my chest
Cocaine is the devil
And I know now, I ain't made of.
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