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Cry Yourself Dry
Living lives worse than birthing a lie
Hurting Inside
Like a fighter in flight who might gouge out my eyes

Back on my bullshit
Used to hide shit in my pulpit
Back on my bullshit
Smoke a full zip bumping Full Clip
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People round the way didn’t know me when
Homies didn’t know Cody whoa’d with pens
But almost faced the pen
Couple little things add up defending friends

We was down for life
Causes that sometimes drown you in ice
That’s life on the slice
On the chopping block with the pounds and the lights

Woop Woop, not the sound of the ambulance
Might go down sinking in a jam or pinch
If spoken to, don’t speak like a mannequin
Last name something like Flanders or Flanagan

Around my way, dues paid, or you can fall back
Don’t call us, we’ll call you, might not call back
Not the type to think ya mans is really all that
Unless he got a flow and actually spit raw facts

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Cry Yourself Dry
Living lives worse than birthing a lie
Hurting Inside
Like a fighter in flight who might gouge out my eyes

Back on my bullshit
Used to hide shit in my pulpit
Back on my bullshit
Smoke a full zip bumping Full Clip
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Look back, though I’m not supposed to
You miss a step this world hot to roast you
Made my errors, lived in terror, paid dues
Made mistakes but lived to see the day through

Gone weeks where I spent my whole day in
Holed up in k holes in a days inn
Survived more than most these people preaching blazing
I hear they speech but it come weak to what I'm saying

Don’t gotta lie or glorify just capture what I seen
Reflections of reality and chasing what I dream
Stuck in mud but people only wanna see me clean
Not stuck on drugs but I feel like I could use some steam

Stop and reflect, it ain’t much to get a song done
Looking for inspiration? I might be the wrong one
Observationist, choir of complacent
Couldn’t see fire while they standing hell adjacent