57 Pixels - November 22nd lyrics

Julian Camarata, name insert I need to break from this prison, help me Wentworth Why try when this is the third time my records been burnt Since birth, k**ing tracks has been kids work Driving so fast my whip swerved, hit a big curb It set ablaze I hope I don't get my dick burnt It feels like I'm walking around naked And I wish my Nonna was still alive to see that I made it Maybe not how y'all think but to me I'm famous And she had Alzheimer's so I would need to tape it Cause nothing going to stop, nothing going to stop Nothing going to stop me from making these other MCs outdated Sess puffin', I hold on to my chest clutchin' Pen and paper because I don't care when the checks comin' I don't expect nothin', but I'm like a suicidal hobbit Yeah, a depressed munchkin, that says somethin', don't it? I wake up freezing but my bed's flooded That's why I never sleep, it reminds me too much of d**h's cousin These withdraws don't effect me it's bizarre But it's what I get for having big balls and disregarding All laws when I break swishers and the codeine dissolves But that's what kick start-ed all these problems That could fill an endless pits bot-tom I need help I can't solve 'me, I want to get par-doned But I'm diving to deep and I forgot goggles I sought options that included everything but not toxins I'm the Shepard that Waka Flocks artist, whom can dodge comets And go on a k**ing spree but leave the block spotless I'm adept at this; not novice, I wasn't even there for one day Before I got kicked out of God's Garden