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KILLINMESOFTLY Video (MV)




Performed By: Ty The Reaper
Language: English
Length: 2:08
Written by: Tydus Genustella
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Ty The Reaper - KILLINMESOFTLY Lyrics
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I give a f*ck bout the month, I get the money a bunch
I get that money a ton,
Uh, lettuce keep dressin no brunch
Use to the hate cause I can relate to niggas and that's ok
I got a lot to say but only can do it on snares and bass
I love and I hate Conflicted with thoughts that cannot be solved with a chain
I couldn't cope with this type of pain,
So all of these pictures I paint
The more that I paint, the more I'm in pain
The less that I feel human
I took my reason for life and rolled it up and smoked it away
And I'm in a rare condition, I'm in a rare position
It's like my thoughts is vintage, cause all of em hardly driven
And all these bars is thoughts I had caged up like a prison
And ain't no effort in it, I just wake up and I live it
Push the limits then I break the fourth dimension
I just pay attention not a ticket for my visits
You said you get it, I don't really think you get it
I'm the definition of an instrument of infinince
Me and my conscience is the same it ain't no difference
So what I say and how I say it, how I'm meant it
Conductin' business like I know I'm from the trenches
I know that I need help but f*ck that intervention
F*ck that intersection, this is not coincidence
F*ck a confession if I really gotta mention it
Usher in my coping mechanisms when I feel that shit
Popping pills and pouring probably blur the lines addiction is
It's still a shadow on me and the light it's out of sight
It's still nostalgia coming in waves and make me feel alright
I took my shadows of nostalgia and I booked a flight
Landed on my psyche and condensed it to a hard drive
I give a f*ck bout the month, I get the money a bunch
I get that money a ton,
Uh, lettuce keep dressin no brunch
Use to the hate cause I can relate to niggas and that's ok
I got a lot to say but only can do it on snares and bass
I love and I hate Conflicted with thoughts that cannot be solved with a chain
I couldn't cope with this type of pain,
So all of these pictures I paint
The more that I paint, the more I'm in pain
The less that I feel human
I took my reason for life and rolled it up and smoked it away
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English

I give a f*ck bout the month, I get the money a bunch
I get that money a ton,
Uh, lettuce keep dressin no brunch
Use to the hate cause I can relate to niggas and that's ok
I got a lot to say but only can do it on snares and bass
I love and I hate Conflicted with thoughts that cannot be solved with a chain
I couldn't cope with this type of pain,
So all of these pictures I paint
The more that I paint, the more I'm in pain
The less that I feel human
I took my reason for life and rolled it up and smoked it away
And I'm in a rare condition, I'm in a rare position
It's like my thoughts is vintage, cause all of em hardly driven
And all these bars is thoughts I had caged up like a prison
And ain't no effort in it, I just wake up and I live it
Push the limits then I break the fourth dimension
I just pay attention not a ticket for my visits
You said you get it, I don't really think you get it
I'm the definition of an instrument of infinince
Me and my conscience is the same it ain't no difference
So what I say and how I say it, how I'm meant it
Conductin' business like I know I'm from the trenches
I know that I need help but f*ck that intervention
F*ck that intersection, this is not coincidence
F*ck a confession if I really gotta mention it
Usher in my coping mechanisms when I feel that shit
Popping pills and pouring probably blur the lines addiction is
It's still a shadow on me and the light it's out of sight
It's still nostalgia coming in waves and make me feel alright
I took my shadows of nostalgia and I booked a flight
Landed on my psyche and condensed it to a hard drive
I give a f*ck bout the month, I get the money a bunch
I get that money a ton,
Uh, lettuce keep dressin no brunch
Use to the hate cause I can relate to niggas and that's ok
I got a lot to say but only can do it on snares and bass
I love and I hate Conflicted with thoughts that cannot be solved with a chain
I couldn't cope with this type of pain,
So all of these pictures I paint
The more that I paint, the more I'm in pain
The less that I feel human
I took my reason for life and rolled it up and smoked it away
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Writer: Tydus Genustella
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