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Innocence is gone.. There's not much hope at all.. But here we are... I juggle responsibility like a fuckin pro They thought that I'd be dead by now in still here, fuck them hoes Bipolar what makes me switch from Jekyll to Hyde no one knows If the medication stops working I'll put one in your skull The Story of My Life trust me mane it's nothing dull Growing up with money sex and drugs and bottles of patron Used to run with many now there's so many homies gone Always fighting demons but my poker face says nothing's wrong My mind's playing tricks on me why can't I quit thanking Alcohol killed QP why can't I quit dranking Feels like no matter how hard I try the ship won't quit sanking Music game used to be real why can't they quit faking Never learned to invest, no body ever taught me Besides being high at McDonalds playin monopoly Instead of going to college I stayed home chopping broccoli Lived in the studio so heat was constantly dropping I learned the hard way that choices we make really matter And when you send prayers somehow he really answers You find out people you thought were straight up were really backwards Find out some-of-ones you thought were real were really cowards Reaper outside my bedroom window staring at me The day I give up his punk ass will be very happy I still lose my shit sometimes but these days it rarely happens Kamakaze type mission, no way to repair the damage Innocence is gone.. There's not much hope at all.. But here we are...
