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Enough (7 ratings) by Amber Rose
Always dealing with shit none dare endure.
Try to cope, handle it, but there isn't a cure.
Thoughts that dont make no sense taken over my head.
Take drugs to calm them, gets me pissed off instead.
The rage and the hate makes it hard to see straight.
You can't concentrate when your minds in that state,
seems like you cant regulate the thoughts you create.
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