castles [remix] by yungskeleta (ft. BX)

[BX]
Spent my life in a broken mirror
Still can't read the fuckin clock
Only time it's gettin clearer
Is when I hear the voices stop
Filled with drugs when I can't think
Can't have trust with hoodie strings
The bar I've held is chokin me
Now I'm breakin bones just to be free
I'm askin eem, "Who wants it?"
You deflect to charities
The kind that's said but never seen
An open beg for sympathy
You can call me Ike, it won't come from me
I tried to sell my soul, got no reciept
Got an open book with a broken seem
Someone burnt the pages in-between
So now..
Every single day brings a chance I won't survive
Seconds on the clock of hope, they tickin by
End of the year will make me 25
2 more years till they kick me off the ride
Double homicide, action fatal
Bloody limousine, bag is cradled
Still they take their food from off my table...

[yungskeleta]
I'm boutta reach 25
Runnin outta options
Money start to run low
Put my soul for auction
Who wants it?

Another day, another dollar
Bein broke is no one's problem
Someone help me fore I'm able to afford a shotgun
Mommy wants me to fucking prosper
Daddy wants a fucking doctor
All I ever wanted to do back then was to play soccer and that's it
Right time but the wrong place
"Bizarre Minds" like Mac said
What's my future looking like?
I'd be surprised if it ain't death
Just another bitch with the same taste
Every day's just the same thing
Make sure to call me if you need some help, I'm an expert in throwing time away

[yungskeleta & BX]
I'm boutta reach 25
Runnin outta options
Money start to run low
Put my soul for auction
Who wants it?
I'm boutta reach 25
Runnin outta options
Money start to run low
Put my soul for auction
Who wants it?

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