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Flatline Flatline Flatline Flatline Flatline Mama done told me all you're missing is the pain Only thing you in love with is the feeling in your veins 'Cause baby we all addicted to the ones we can't explain And usually falling victim to some self-inflicted stakes Baby that's the logistics, wouldn't miss it for a thing Wouldn't throw out the baby with the water and the stick And as long as you feeling something baby boy then it's a win 'Cause as soon as this shit get easy you get hit Yeah you get split into the mix quick Figure you disfigured and twisted You walking on a tightrope, broke and your lip' split But you just keep it going, you not knowing this shit's flip You did it to yoursеlf, might as well had your wrist slit bitch This ain't a game you play casually, no man Insanity so grand you'll laugh at the program And wondеr if you ever really came with the stacked grime We ain't here to pass time, we running from that flatline Flatline SongtexteFlatline Flatline Flatline Mama done told me all you're missing is the fame They been downplaying y'all, I find it strange and deranged I mean how many smashes does it take to see the glam Lies slowly on the system they arranged? It's insane But I don't really trip I just load up the Mossberg I murder and drop birds, I'm killing you crosswords, shit I'm flying to survive 30 days and nights With these blood-sucking fucking parasites And it's aight, talk your shit now, dog We all getting exiled Eventually we all getting fed to the reptiles We all on our own but feel like it's the best times Like rocking new suits with Colombian neck-ties What I been on is something hard to explain It's hard to just frame and mount up for you lames Though every time I think about it, answer's always the same I hope they find that I've been losing my mind avoiding that flatline Flatline Flatline Flatline Flatline Aus Songtexte Mania