red
I carry it on me,
take them all.
one after one,
non- stop its my life,
feel like high.
red on the ground pop pop!!
sniff that sh*t.
im always up in the sky.
I carry every mother f**king drug on me.
red on my grave drip after drip.
feel like high,
up in the sky.
tattoos all on me.
red all over, drugs all on me.
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