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(Chorus)
Really feeling like a hellboy yea
Smokin loud, what’s that smell boy yea
Doubles G’s on my belt boy yea
You gettin money I can tell boy yea
Put the pistol on the shelf boy yea
You don’t need to kill yourself boy yea
Depression makin me melt boy yea
I should take a trip to hell boy yea
(Verse)
And I grew up as a bad kid
Always gettin in to fights and doin bad shit
Momma said my behavior so tragic
It’s like I turned evil what happened
Momma raised a demon
Everybody say they love me they don’t mean it
You don’t love me when i’m fightin and i’m screamin
And everybody always ends up leavin
The life my momma gave me I jus wanna take it
I’ve been dealing with the pain i’ve been patient
But the doctors wanna turn to me a patient
Sayin I might hurt myself and i’m dangerous
I can’t take it
Tell me what I need to do
I jus wanna be normal like you
People sayin that i’m crazy yea
Parents sayin that they hate me yea
(Chorus)
Really lookin like a hellboy yea
Smokin loud, what’s that smell boy yea
Doubles G’s on your belt boy yea
You gettin money I can tell boy yea
So put that pistol on the shelf boy yea
You don’t need to kill yourself boy yea
Depression makin you melt boy yea
Please don’t take a trip to hell boy yea
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