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Yeah, I'm alone in the studio with my blick | I was shootin' for the stars, damn, I'm hit | Pharmaceuticals in the mornin', I'm not sick
Yeah, I'm alone in the studio with my blick I was shootin' for the stars, damn, I'm hit Pharmaceuticals in the mornin', I'm not sick I'm in the booth behind my boys, I'm locked in (Pew-pew) I'm alone in the studio with my weaponry I got guns all over me, they so affectionate Told Machine Gun I'ma need one with a melody He sent the shit, I killed the shit and sent him back a skeleton This a body in the tune, bitch, I'm an elephant Never been heavenly until the sky fell on me I got more guns on the walls than guitars Got more beats in my head than my heart Smokin' hay in the middle of the barn All gold bullets, give 'em out like awards Big Daddy automatic with the beam Nina talk too much, she gon' need an extra magazine Private session, me and Smith & Wesson In the soundproof booth, they need bulletproof vests, bah-bah-bah-bah Yeah, I'm alone in the stu' with my blatt, yeah .223, .45, do the math I'm alone at the top of this rap Blap, askin' where his heart at in his lap, no bap I'm alone in the studio with my gun I'm alone in the studio with my gun I'm alone, I ran away everyone Ask me where my heart is, I have none I'm alone in the studio with my gun We had smoke, then I put it in my lungs, yeah I'm alone, I can't fuck with no one I'm alone in the studio with my gun Sniper Gang Kodak, Shotgun Kelly, ho Weezy F. Baby, the F whatever you want it to fuckin' stand for Leave it up to me to turn the studio to a bando Pluckin' on her G string, playin' with that pussy like a banjo In the booth, took too much boof, I'm probably finna start hallucinatin' Pressin' record, runnin' back and forth 'cause there ain't no engineer today I'm not the Zaza type of guy, but I get high off Tunechi, bae Hey, Reginae, I'm gettin' Lucci back, I ain't stupid, what? I'm crazy Rockstar lifestyle, might not make it, gotta have my fire for each occasion Like my drums with light Cajun, they don't like me 'cause I'm Haitian Ran up a check, ran out of patience, it's just me, my fire now I don't even love my grandma lately, yeah, about my funds, I'm raisin' hell I'm alone in the studio with my gun I'm alone in the studio with my gun I'm alone, I ran away everyone Ask me where my heart is, I have none I'm alone in the studio with my gun We had smoke, then I put it in my lungs, yeah I'm alone, I can't fuck with no one I'm alone in the studio with my gun
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