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From the unknown
 I ran away, I don't think I'm coming back home
 Whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa
 Like a crawlspace, it's a dark place I roam
 Ain't no right way, just the wrong way I know
 I problem solve with Styrofoam
 My world revolves around a black hole
 The same black hole that's in place of my soul, uh
 Empty, I feel so goddamn empty
 I may go rogue
 Don't tempt me, big bullet holes
 Tote semi-autos
 Huh, yeah, I'm keepin' it real, real, I'm keepin' it real
 Uh, yeah, life gets tough, shit is getting real, yeah
 I don't know how to feel
 Swallowing all these pills
 Know my real feels
 Uh, devil standing here
 Tryna' make a deal, uh
 It ain't no deals
 Feel like I'm going crazy but
 Still took a lot to get me here
 Losing my sanity up in a house in the hills, hills, hills
 I ain't have anything then and I still don't have anything still, still, still
 Bein' me, I rock PnB
 These hoes actin' like gossip, TMZ
 These drugs acting like
 Moshpits squishing me
 Oh my, oh me, how they kill me slowly
 Lonely, I been gettin' no peace
 OD, feel like overdosing
 Low key I'm looking for the signs
 But all I can find is a sign of the times
 From the unknown
 I ran away, I don't think I'm coming back home
 Whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa
 Like a crawlspace, it's a dark place I roam
 Ain't no right way, just the wrong way I know
 I problem solve with Styrofoam
 My world revolves around a black hole
 The same black hole that's in place of my soul, oh
 Empty, I feel so goddamn empty
 I may go rogue
 Don't tempt me, big bullet holes
 Tote semi-autos
 I ain't suicidal
 Only thing suicide is suicide doors
 Fight for survival
 Gotta keep hope up, rolling good dope up
 Hold my hand, through hell we go
 Don't look back, it ain't the past no more
 Gonna get to the racks, all them niggas want war
 I was put here to lead the lost souls
 Exhale depression as the wind blows
 These are the laws of living in vogue
 We're perfectly imperfect children
 Rose from the dust, all of us are on a mission
 Never gave a fuck, really came from rags to riches
 Now we live it up, driving with the rooftop missin'
 I don't give a fuck, really came from rags to riches
 Now I live it up, driving with the rooftop missin'
 From the unknown
 I ran away, I don't think I'm coming back home
 Whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa
 Like a crawlspace, it's a dark place I roam
 Ain't no right way, just the wrong way I know
 I problem solve with Styrofoam
 My world revolves around a black hole
 The same black hole that's in place of my soul, uh
 Empty, I feel so goddamn empty
 I may go rogue
 Don't tempt me, big bullet holes
 Tote semi-autos
 

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Duration
04:08
Tempo
78 BPM

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