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I Don't See Myself
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The last song on "Reefer Madness"...a dark/emotional track.
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Hello all, my name's Audible and I make hiphop music. I'm from southern california, have a beautiful daughter, am a daily medical marijuana smoker, and an EDM head. Which is all shown in my music. Enjoy.
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Hip-Hop • Hip Hop General
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Peak #1,903
Peak in subgenre #1,019
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August 28, 2009
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MP3 3.5 MB • 128 kbps • 3:49
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Hook: I been havin' thoughts about the people in my house I been havin' doubts they love me at all I been havin nightmares wakin' up scared starin' in the mirror but I don't see myself Verse 1: 12 xanax in my hand as I devise a plan ta take life from a man who claims he don't give a damn but in fact he's afraid he's a slave to way drugs take him away make his day fade to grey takin' 8ths to the brain they claim he's insane yet he's honestly the same as you'd be if you seen what he seen and you been where's he been used to be a bean now a beanstock wit a green crop man got a thing cocked aimed straight through his head thinkin' bout who'd be there if he was dead sheddin tears in their bed chuggin' beers cause the stress but nevertheless he keeps the "S" on his chest cause he can't back down yeah he's a man now but he don't know how wants to go Ow Ow but no no no can't show no fear bout to blow a hole in his dome lookin' in the mirror singin'... Verse 2: I've watched him for years at a very safe distance Knew that one day he'd be aware of my existence I'm persistent especially with the christians Like he used to be in elementary it's sickenin Now he's my best predasesser alive His skills wit his rhymes take minds to mine Now they mine all mine and there ain't sh** you can do Dispute what ya want but there ain't sh** you can spew If you only knew the true you, you'd be a shew in, a true friend, but you been, usin' you're youth as an excuse and it's f*** in' sad there's no good or bad just fiction and fact like the fact you like to see people on their back and the fiction that you listen to depictions written by smitten men wit diction which has been translated to inflict affliction Verse 3: My name is Miguel I don't think we've met I've held on to the past like a lit cigarette It's a bit intimidating I don't know myself All I know is f*** in' hating I don't love myself Honestly to be real I think i'm wack There's alot of other motherf*** ers better at rap Yet for some reason I got alot of a fans Maybe just alot of girls gettin' wet in there pants What's wrong with that guess I can't complain But is respect what you lose when pussy's what you gain Is the pain of rejection and the loss of affection Bad enough to put you in the middle of the smoking section Or is that just me am I just that weak Why do think I talk so much about that tweak You might be able to but I can't see myself You won't be able to so I need my help
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