From The Unknown Testo

From the unknown, oh oh oh
I ran away I don't think I'm coming back home
Whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa
Like a crawlspace it's a dark place I roam
Ain't no right way just the wrong way I know
I problem solve with styrofoam
My world revolves around a black hole
The same black hole that's in place of my soul, uh
Empty, I feel so goddamn empty
I may go rogue Don't tempt me, big bullet holes
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Keepin' it real, keepin' it real, real uh
Keepin' it real, uh yeah
Life gets tough shit is getting real
I don't know how to feel
Throwing up these pills
Now I'm in my feels
[?] extended [?]
Tryna' make a deal, uh
But ain't no deals
Feel like I'm going crazy but still took a lot to get me here
[?] house on the hills
I ain't have anything then and I still don't have anything still, still, still
Being me, I rock
PNB, these hoes
Actin' like gossip, TMZ
These drugs acting like
Moshpits squishing me Oh my oh me how they kill me slowly
Lovely I been gettin' no peace
OD, Feel like overdosing
Lowkey I'm looking for the silence
But all I can find is [?]

From the unknown, oh oh oh
I ran away I don't think I'm coming back home
Whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa
Like a crawlspace it's a dark place I roam
Ain't no right way just the wrong way I know
I problem solve with styrofoam
My world revolves around a black hole
The same black hole that's in place of my soul, uh
Empty, I feel so goddamn empty
I may go rogue
Don't tempt me, big bullet holes
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I ain't suicidal
Only thing suicide is suicide doors, oh oh oh
Fight for survival, oh oh oh
Gotta keep [?] buck rolling good dope up
Hold my hand through hell we go
Don't look back it ain't the past no more
When I ain't getting to them racks all them niggas [?]
I was put here to lead the lost souls
Exhale depression as the wind blows
These are the laws of living in [?]
[?] perfectly and perfect children
Raised from the dust, all of us are on a mission
Never gave a fuck, really came from rags to riches
Now we live it up, driving with the rooftop missin'
I don't give a fuck, really came from rags to riches
Now I live it up, driving with the rooftop missin'

From the unknown, oh oh oh
I ran away I don't think I'm coming back home
Whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa
Like a crawlspace it's a dark place I roam
Ain't no right way just the wrong way I know
I problem solve with styrofoam
My world revolves around a black hole
The same black hole that's in place of my soul, uh
Empty, I feel so goddamn empty
I may go rogue
Don't tempt me, big bullet holes
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