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Bad Dreams

from Suicide Notes by Suicide Notes

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Bad Dreams

(Boo G. Ratchet)
I'm having one of those days
like a sack that don't weigh
bitter sweet like the sugar thats missing inside your Kool-Aid
Its about 11 o'clock
kickin' it spittin the gift end of the shift smokin a spliff out in the parking lot

Its about half past the time of the night I give a fuck
fat racist pussy talking shit wants to flex nuts
I told him whats up faggot put your hands up
before we get to swinging lights are beaming from a pickup truck
He set a trap up
calling his fucking backup
I'm not a runner but I'm out numbered and wonder if this whole thing is a setup
you goddamn right
bitch ass Tony behind a glass door actin like he wanna do something holding a knife
nigga I need assistance not a witness
these crackers got me on the shit list
while they're chasing me down in a 1-5-0
tryna hang a nigga like wet clothes

(Chorus)
What could I say?
I was having a fucked up day
They tried to murder me

(Frankie Donatello)
(rap words this time, Frankie Donatello)
This is a matter of a mad hatter
Dial 9-1-1 tell 'em someone after me
Suckas got ill when they finally heard the G
Wasn't selling out
They on the hill tryna murder me
Reached for my weapon
Heard 'em steppin' up clearly
Cuz I never let a sucka get near me
Ran into the Hilton
Movin' through the hall
Dropped the first one (Bang)
Blood spillin' down the wall
Another bug crawled up
The fire escape
Tryna bite
But he struck too late
Lookin' like a real life scene from Dexter
The way his brain matter hugged the floor like texture
I sliced like Machete
Wasn't ready for the Freddy claw
Yo
His skin was like confetti y'all
My phone ringing or my ears from gun shots
Tell my lady this is why I keep my gun cocked

(Chorus)

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from Suicide Notes, released December 1, 2015

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