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BURNING BRIDGES
Burnin bridges
Two by two,
It's unreal looking back
At the gasoline I've been thru,
Never held back the chance
To speak what was on my mind,
Never let nothin get between
Me and my grind,
Always was at em
Both day and night,
Hustling for money
I kept my shit tight,
Till one day
I lost my focus,
Let stupid shit
Get all up in between us,
Now not only
Have i fucked off my end,
I lost my marriage
And lost a friend,
I'm at wits end
Lost and feeling trapped,
With nothing to hold
But the barrel of my strap,
This time its not pointed away,
Or stuck in the mouth
Of someone who had somethin to say,
Its pointed in ward
For the devastation I have caused,
Over stupid shit
Weighed in grams and balls,
It's not sad
I ain't lookin for pity,
I've been using hundred dollar bills
Just to make pennies,
Sure that makes perfect fuckin sense
Keep slinging the shit,
In hopes to get rich
All i wanted,
was to fuck myself,
Jump off a cliff
And not be killed,
Just so I can walk away
And do it again,
Maybe I'll get lucky and
They'll send me to the pen,
Where everybody feels
Like they've got shitted on,
Stay broke as fuck,
And wishin they was on one!
Two by two,
It's unreal looking back
At the gasoline I've been thru,
Never held back the chance
To speak what was on my mind,
Never let nothin get between
Me and my grind,
Always was at em
Both day and night,
Hustling for money
I kept my shit tight,
Till one day
I lost my focus,
Let stupid shit
Get all up in between us,
Now not only
Have i fucked off my end,
I lost my marriage
And lost a friend,
I'm at wits end
Lost and feeling trapped,
With nothing to hold
But the barrel of my strap,
This time its not pointed away,
Or stuck in the mouth
Of someone who had somethin to say,
Its pointed in ward
For the devastation I have caused,
Over stupid shit
Weighed in grams and balls,
It's not sad
I ain't lookin for pity,
I've been using hundred dollar bills
Just to make pennies,
Sure that makes perfect fuckin sense
Keep slinging the shit,
In hopes to get rich
All i wanted,
was to fuck myself,
Jump off a cliff
And not be killed,
Just so I can walk away
And do it again,
Maybe I'll get lucky and
They'll send me to the pen,
Where everybody feels
Like they've got shitted on,
Stay broke as fuck,
And wishin they was on one!
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