Black Lung (feat. Kub) - Craw

Shout out to all my people in the struggle man

Chasing them demons, or letting um chase you

Ay yo, ay yo

Can I get a cigarette?

Let me get a hit of that

Let me burn my mother fucking lung till the shit is black

Crazy with the tongue since I was sipping Similac

Baby with the gums bumping one to the limit, nah

It’s unidentified when if I get inspired what I might do

Let me take ya’ll back to high school

About six of those, and I’ll take six of those

Oxy’s, Perc’s, Vic’s, and I’ll mix um yo

Never gave a fuck, walk to the bus stop

Light up in the bathroom, I’m yelling fuck cops

Stop the plot I rock like a crack head

No literally, I’m in the garage with a crack head

Debating god while the homie catch a nod from the smack, yet

I never questioned what happened

Fuck it keep moving, you got to run from this

You got to leave, you got a need to be numb to this

Who got the dollar bill, Who got the pipe

Who got to go and who got the light, uh

I got a void to fill before I come back

So I’ma smoke this shit ‘till my lungs black

Who got the dollar bill, Who got the pipe

Who got to go and who got the light, uh

I got a void to fill before I come back

So I’ma smoke this shit ‘till my lungs black

I’m a doctor weighing out my medication

Exterminator here to poison all the better days and

I swear to god, god put me here to die young

So much dope my arm’s worth more than Cy Young

What if I run?

Who you kidding

Lived my life in this figurative prison

Giving division a different name when you literally living

Like a pimple on the asshole of an epiphany’s pigeon

Hold up I need a minute

Ah fuck it, voices in my head are back

I forgot to tell um that, I done been to hell and back

Got clean relapsed and got clean again

Never took the time to fly free within

So excuse me if I’m likely to sin

But I don’t think you understand that Mike needs an end

To this madness, so let’s pretend it could happen

Off and running me first trip

Tugging with a heartstring

Love of a dark fling famous

Cost be stunning tha curse rich

Thugging with a tall swing

Cuddle a shark — king painless

Beast be walking about

He’s been waiting to pounce

Tears in crazy amounts

Beat — shit taking me out

I fought, only thing be winning the fight

And so I’ve lost, what could have been love unlike

I recognize no man in the mirror

The microphone tone demand that I speak clear

Tonight when I go home, gonna stand to defeat fear

For I’ve been a lone stone planting my feet here

Harder the dream seem to be achieved and next chapter

Part of the routine I fiend, flipping the page after

All of what I’ve seen as things have been taken faster

Take my soul and being but please leave me my laughter

I’m asking…

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