Buck - DEAR-GOD

One, two, three, four

Hes a opp

She’s a opp, he’s a cop

Get the stick

Gripped if it pops off

Cold shivers

Cold dinners, shaking up

Door locked

Shaking at the bus stop

Eyes twitching

Chest pumping, it’s written

Teeth glisten so nobody come talk to me

Pumping weight

Training for the death day

Numb finger with the trigger when they come play

I’m going buck-buck-buck-buck-buck-buck-buck-buck

Buck-buck-buck-buck-buck-buck-buck-buck

I gotta cut-cut-cut-cut-cut-cut-cut-cut

Cut-cut-cut-cut-cut-cut-cut-cut

I’m going buck-buck-buck-buck-buck-buck-buck-buck

Buck-buck-buck-buck-buck-buck-buck-buck

I gotta run-run-run-run-run-run-run-run

Run-run-run-run-run-run-run-run

Find me

Chilling in the gym with my Timbs on feet and my hood up G

Fuck me up

Suckerpunch, cut me up

Throw my whole body in the black mud

All this freaky shit is in my head

And I gotta off it quick before they leave me fucking dead

Yah, my mind is playing tricks and these peopl ain’t real

Think I need another fix for this nonstop wheel

I’m going buck-buck-buck-buck-buck-buck-buck-buck

Buck-buck-buck-buck-buck-buck-buck-buck

I gotta cut-cut-cut-cut-cut-cut-cut-cut

Cut-cut-cut-cut-cut-cut-cut-cut

I’m going buck-buck-buck-buck-buck-buck-buck-buck

Buck-buck-buck-buck-buck-buck-buck-buck

I gotta run-run-run-run-run-run-run-run

Run-run-run-run-run-run-run-run

Buck-buck-buck-buck-buck-buck-buck-buck

Buck-buck-buck-buck-buck-buck-buck-buck

I gotta cut-cut-cut-cut-cut-cut-cut-cut

Cut-cut-cut-cut-cut-cut-cut-cut

I’m going buck-buck-buck-buck-buck-buck-buck-buck

Buck-buck-buck-buck-buck-buck-buck-buck

I gotta run-run-run-run-run-run-run-run

Run-run-run-run-run-run-run-run