the end of the fucking road just reloaded fuck u bando fuck u bando I can't stand you I can't stand you I'd rather die then continue living like this living like this it got me pissed I'd rather die die bye bye I'm just too tired tired of living life like it's okay okay bitch bitch bitch I don't give a shit you bird bitch i ain't shit I admit so what I'm a lunatic chick come ride this dick I know I know he's disgusting he's sick he gone done lost his mind nevermind im doin fine ayy look at this its a gun lets see how fast u pussys can run 3 2 1 Brrrr-rrrrt! run run Brrrr-rrrrt! run run (Haha!) I built a wall from every word they threw, brick by brick of bullshit I outgrew, Turned every scar into armor I could use, sharpened the pain till the blade cut true. I used to wear my anger like a fucking crown, Spit fire at the room just to drown the shit out, burn it down. They hear the confidence, they miss the cracks in the frame, The midnight thoughts that keep circling back like a train off the rails, same old game. I can turn an alphabet into a warning sign, But the hardest battle is this fucking war inside my mind, line after line. I’ve been racing through these city lights, chasing ghosts that only show at night, Every victory feels hollow in my hands, empty like the bottles I can’t stand. Every loud applause fades where I stand—fuck this whole damn plan, I’m running from the man in the mirror with blood on his hands. oh blood on my hand look blood blood blood blood on my hands I push them away, then wonder why the silence gets louder when the sun goes down, I say I’m okay with a practiced smile while the weight in my chest keeps dragging me the fuck down. (I lost my mind bando bando bando been done lost his mind Bando don't lost his mind) I get lost inside my mind (yeah), searching for a way back home. I’ve been fighting through the night (uh), trying not to face this shit alone. All these bottles on the floor can’t fill the empty in my fucking soul. I keep praying for a brighter day while the shadows take control (u stupid showing love and giving trust to a slut yuck) I’ve got a notebook full of unfinished plans, dreams folded up like letters in my hands, Talk big when I’m scared as fuck to fall, build a fortress out of nothing at all. Every rival is a mirror in disguise, every challenge shows the fear behind my eyes, I can sharpen every sentence till it shines, still can’t find the peace I’m looking for at night—shit. I remember when the laughter came easy, when tomorrow didn’t feel so heavy, Now I replay every choice I made like a broken track that won’t fade the fuck away. I’m stuck in the loop, same verse, same curse, same hearse pulling up in reverse, Wordplay cutting deep while the pain rehearses every fucking line I never deserved. all this mother fucking pain mother fucker it's Bando pussy bitch you better get it right I push them away, then wonder why the silence gets louder when the sun goes down, I say I’m okay with a practiced smile while the weight in my chest keeps dragging me the fuck down. the fuck down fuck down fuck down fuck down you fucking clowns (Bando motherfucker) I get lost inside my mind (yeah), searching for a way back home. I’ve been fighting through the night (uh), trying not to face this shit alone. All these bottles on the floor can’t fill the empty in my fucking soul. I keep praying for a brighter day while the shadows take control (fuck it). Its.(Bando mother fucker) Static in my head like a radio stuck between stations, Pain talking slick with a thousand different faces. I spit these bars like confessions in a booth full of ghosts, Every bar is a bruise, every rhyme is a ghost I host. Tried to outrun the dark but the dark outran me, Tried to drown the noise but the noise became the family. Wordplay dripping blood, metaphors sharp as a blade, I’m a walking contradiction, half healed, half afraid. If the brighter days are coming they better fucking hurry, ‘Cause the night keeps writing chapters and my pen is getting blurry.( Bando motherfucker) Maybe I don’t have to win every goddamn fight, Maybe I can lay this armor down tonight. Maybe the pieces I thought were gone Can become the ground I’m standing on. If I call for help I won’t disappear, If I speak the truth I might face the fear. There’s a heartbeat underneath this pain, There’s a little hope still calling my name (yeah… still calling). I get lost inside my mind (yeah), searching for a way back home. I’ve been fighting through the night (uh), trying not to face this shit alone. All these bottles on the floor can’t fill the empty in my fucking soul. I keep praying for a brighter day while the shadows take control. I was lost inside my mind (yeah), but I’m finding my way back home. I’ve been walking through the night (uh), learning I don’t have to go the fuck alone. All these bottles on the floor don’t get to write my final song. I’ll keep reaching for a brighter day even when the night feels long (fuck the dark)
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