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No Meaning Video (MV)




Performed By: Lil Claymore
Language: English
Length: 2:10
Written by: Jordan Peters




Lil Claymore - No Meaning Lyrics
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You f*cking pussies talking shit, but you don't wanna mess with me
Making these bangers, I don't need a recipe
All of you faggots just will not stop testing me
Run up on me and I'm making you Rest In Peace
All of you pussies are not what you tend to be
Compare me to you and your f*cking offending me
Talking about me then you are no friend to me
Speak on my name and then you are my enemy
Run up on me get your wig split
Thinking bout you get my wrist slit
Don't give a f*ck what a bitch think
Telling myself it was fiction
Run up on me get your wig split
Thinking bout you get my wrist slit
Don't give a f*ck what a bitch think
Telling myself it was fiction
Why the f*ck, do I even try
Feeling like I died inside
No ones by my f*cking side when I need them every f*cking time
I just wanna fight for days
Feeling like the f*cking same
Every day there is no change
Loneliness has shown its face
Pushing in your f*cking teeth
Helping me to watch you bleed
Pains the thing that brings me peace
After watching you f*cking leave
I don't wanna lose my mind, but I am running out of time
Every f*cking second I'm alive your just stuck in my mind
I need help Someone come save me from myself
I just want you, I need no one else
Digging the knife deep inside of myself because f*ck my health
Watching your body fall till it gets cold
Wanting to die just never gets old
I do what I want, I don't do what I'm told
Watching you suffer cause I've lost my soul
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You f*cking pussies talking shit, but you don't wanna mess with me
Making these bangers, I don't need a recipe
All of you faggots just will not stop testing me
Run up on me and I'm making you Rest In Peace
All of you pussies are not what you tend to be
Compare me to you and your f*cking offending me
Talking about me then you are no friend to me
Speak on my name and then you are my enemy
Run up on me get your wig split
Thinking bout you get my wrist slit
Don't give a f*ck what a bitch think
Telling myself it was fiction
Run up on me get your wig split
Thinking bout you get my wrist slit
Don't give a f*ck what a bitch think
Telling myself it was fiction
Why the f*ck, do I even try
Feeling like I died inside
No ones by my f*cking side when I need them every f*cking time
I just wanna fight for days
Feeling like the f*cking same
Every day there is no change
Loneliness has shown its face
Pushing in your f*cking teeth
Helping me to watch you bleed
Pains the thing that brings me peace
After watching you f*cking leave
I don't wanna lose my mind, but I am running out of time
Every f*cking second I'm alive your just stuck in my mind
I need help Someone come save me from myself
I just want you, I need no one else
Digging the knife deep inside of myself because f*ck my health
Watching your body fall till it gets cold
Wanting to die just never gets old
I do what I want, I don't do what I'm told
Watching you suffer cause I've lost my soul
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Writer: Jordan Peters
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