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I know, I know, I know, I know,
I know, I know, I know, I know,
I, I know it, I it

The most beautiful thoughts are always the darkest
I seriously thought about killing you
I contemplated, premeditated
And I think killing myself
And I love myself way than I love you, so
Today I about killing you
murder
You'd only care enough to kill somebody you
The beautiful thoughts are always inside the darkest
(Mhm—mhm—mhm—mhm—mhmm)

Just say it out to see how it feels
People say "don't say this, say that"
Just say it out loud, just to see how it
Weigh all the options, nothing's off the
Today I thought killing you
Premeditated
I think about killing
And I, I love myself way more I love you
The most beautiful thoughts are always the darkest
(Mhm—mhm—mhm—mhm—mhm—mhm—mhm—mhm—mhmm)

I think this is the where I'm supposed to say something good
To it so it doesn't come off bad
But I think really bad things
Really,
Really bad

And I love myself way than I love you
See, if I was trying to relate it to people
I'd probably say I'm struggling with loving
that seems like a common theme
But that's not the case
I love way more than I love you
And I think about killing
So, believe, I thought about killing you today
Premeditated

I called up my loved ones, I called up my
I up the Muslims, said I'm 'bout to go dumb
Get so bright it's no sun, get so I hear none
so loud got no lungs, hurt so bad I go numb
Time to bring in the drums, that
Set the on 'em, set the nuke off on 'em
I need coconut rum, I coke on her tongue
I don't joke with no one, say he die so young
I done had a bad of too many bad days
Got too many bad
the floor for ashtrays
I don't do shit halfway, I'ma the cache
I'ma my name last, put that on my last name
It's a different type of that we obey
Ye, Ye, Ye season, nigga, we
We was all to die, nigga DOA
say they hero, mhm
I see no cape
Mhm, I don't see no, mhm,
I see no, mhm, mhm
If I wasn't so hard, wouldn't be no shade
Buckwheat ass nigga, it's 'gon be

Young shit, nigga, we don't age
I I was past my Deebo ways
Even I went broke
I break
How you gon' Nigga, we go way back
To when I had the braids and you had the cap
Drop a pimp of the fade and I'm on my way
get socked in the mouth
You know homie don't play
Pay the marshal bill
'Cause this shit got way packed
They see me go ape (ape, ape)
All you gotta do is on Ye
All you gotta do is on Ye
Don't get tooth chipped like Frito-Lay