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Head spinning round again I fell like I do this over and over again Set myself up for the kill of the century Who would have thought the victim of my crime would have turned out to be me So far gone I just tune out the bullshit If you ain’t making dollars ain’t no sense in talking bout nothing else Sweet escape I made it again Wonder if God gonna send me back to hell I can’t ever win Steady loosin yea yo bitch she choosing Skip past me like naw fuck that loser Fuck my life and everything in it I’m too fly to keep being misrepresented It’s a bird it’s a plane naw hell naw it’s Just me Redd and I’m doin my Thang Stacking what paper I can Ima see better days again I can’t keep pretending that my life is improving its really not I can’t help it but I been doing so much over thinking and stressed about another motel room checking out at 11 damn I thought I was staying til tomorraa It’s always check out time at the Lil Inn on the end ima just go to sleep and hope that I don’t wake and this will finally end