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Killing The Dream Critical Thought

Your heart is breaking, your head keeps pounding out...Spelling out what you know best, that everything is just a mess. Some things are netter left unsaid

I come from the housin' tenement buildings Unlimited killings, menaces marked for death Better known as the projects where junkies and rock heads dwell Though

got mercy Putting in work since a nigga thirteen Sending niggas like yourself off in a hearse See I won't hesitate to kill you wanna fill you with a

angry blonde So I made me a song, killed her and put Hailie on I may be wrong, I keep thinkin' these crazy thoughts In my cranium, but I'm stuck with

LSR I'm still high as I ride in my 7 Duetche Coupe Deville Y'all soldiers know my truth be ill Now with these visions and these bad thoughts Runnin'

contamination of Mind State Sleep in a dream, hopin it's gone when I awake Mama think I'm a play on play serial killa Fruitloop biting my mind like Godzilla

-down inside handcuffs Kick my legs to crash it off Say okay, I have had enough What else can you show me? And if my thought-dreams could be seen They

that, nah, yo, yo I come from the housin tenement buildings Unlimited killings, menaces marked for death Better known as the projects where junkies and rock heads dwell Though

Some of the superior astronomical bends From that of my mystical dreams of the many scenes Mighty, manipulative, mercilous, multiple murderers Sit back in dangerous, hittin' and strippin' and critical