A nicotine addict i'm tryin to quit,
Sometimes I feel like a pile of shit,
Here I go all vile again,
One snap away like a firing pin
I'm a certified sicko and i hate my skin
I mean literally i cant tan for shit,
Ill post up outside with a stogey lit
Emotionless and lookin for a polish chick,
Lost like a runaway,
Hot like a summer day,
I'm never number 2 i'm just one away,
I'm comin up close to 100K
Don't take the fun away
Goin for Sommer Ray,
This mace isn't gonna spray,
Pickin it up and swinging like andele
Wonder if money is under way
Or if im waiting for somethin' more fun to play
As soon as i move in i plant the seed,
Don't try to tell me your a fan of me,
Your girl says to bounce,
-but i promise you that tramp'll lean,
Like weight, watch
Don't give me pounds if you cant, stop,
Talk all that shit but you stand, tall,
Act like your sad its a rain, drop,
Face, swap,
I'm tired of corny ass rappers,
"But isn't that you? Its backwards"
..Well i'm still coming for scalps,
Like Inglorious Basterds,
Pour me a glass sir
Give me a refill
Boring disasters
Start to give me chills
When will i feel?
When will i care?
F*ck it,
Ill cook up lunch with a bear, (start)
Punchin' so hard, its swinging for air,
Stop showing your cards with nothing to spare
If you even start then your takin the stairs ill leave you in parts 'til i am impaired,
I tried to be fair,
Time to beware,
I can't raise a kid if he's violently scared,
America spelt with 3 K's, and its not even layered,
Time for a prayer,
Aint religious enough,
To be giving a f*ck
Ive been sinning amok,
Like gimme your cut,
It gives me rush,
Like smokin' a stogey while sippin' some rum in the range of a gun,
Im goin for trophies ill take it and run,
Not gonna stop til im second to none,
Been losin touch but im back and its fun
Investing my stack so it back in to funds,
Cant find the right knife to cut you with
Bought a new one wrote f*ck you bitch,
Sittin' in my studio wide awake until im seeing stars like a mushroom trip,
Then i got her mad like i bust too quick,
Flippin on her dad with a kung fu kick,
You need a coffin to adjust to come and pick a size, i got options 1 through 6,
Smokin' a stogey,
Your eyin' me down, but you wont approach me, lookin so lonely,
I really just cant see so i stand seeming like i need a homie,
Probably thinking bout crashing like Kobe,
Thinkin bout where ima get a new trophy,
You weren't supposed to ghost me,
Getting the bread and the bags, loaf n grocery
Ill hold the toast,
Up with a bottle ill comatose
And ill make the most of what i chose to go with,
Smooth sailin' down the open road,
You got bones to pick with scoliosis
I'm a roller coaster goin through the motions,
You plead the fifth, i hold the fifth,
N get that narc-canned like overdosing, its Broot
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English
A nicotine addict i'm tryin to quit,
Sometimes I feel like a pile of shit,
Here I go all vile again,
One snap away like a firing pin
I'm a certified sicko and i hate my skin
I mean literally i cant tan for shit,
Ill post up outside with a stogey lit
Emotionless and lookin for a polish chick,
Lost like a runaway,
Hot like a summer day,
I'm never number 2 i'm just one away,
I'm comin up close to 100K
Don't take the fun away
Goin for Sommer Ray,
This mace isn't gonna spray,
Pickin it up and swinging like andele
Wonder if money is under way
Or if im waiting for somethin' more fun to play
As soon as i move in i plant the seed,
Don't try to tell me your a fan of me,
Your girl says to bounce,
-but i promise you that tramp'll lean,
Like weight, watch
Don't give me pounds if you cant, stop,
Talk all that shit but you stand, tall,
Act like your sad its a rain, drop,
Face, swap,
I'm tired of corny ass rappers,
"But isn't that you? Its backwards"
..Well i'm still coming for scalps,
Like Inglorious Basterds,
Pour me a glass sir
Give me a refill
Boring disasters
Start to give me chills
When will i feel?
When will i care?
F*ck it,
Ill cook up lunch with a bear, (start)
Punchin' so hard, its swinging for air,
Stop showing your cards with nothing to spare
If you even start then your takin the stairs ill leave you in parts 'til i am impaired,
I tried to be fair,
Time to beware,
I can't raise a kid if he's violently scared,
America spelt with 3 K's, and its not even layered,
Time for a prayer,
Aint religious enough,
To be giving a f*ck
Ive been sinning amok,
Like gimme your cut,
It gives me rush,
Like smokin' a stogey while sippin' some rum in the range of a gun,
Im goin for trophies ill take it and run,
Not gonna stop til im second to none,
Been losin touch but im back and its fun
Investing my stack so it back in to funds,
Cant find the right knife to cut you with
Bought a new one wrote f*ck you bitch,
Sittin' in my studio wide awake until im seeing stars like a mushroom trip,
Then i got her mad like i bust too quick,
Flippin on her dad with a kung fu kick,
You need a coffin to adjust to come and pick a size, i got options 1 through 6,
Smokin' a stogey,
Your eyin' me down, but you wont approach me, lookin so lonely,
I really just cant see so i stand seeming like i need a homie,
Probably thinking bout crashing like Kobe,
Thinkin bout where ima get a new trophy,
You weren't supposed to ghost me,
Getting the bread and the bags, loaf n grocery
Ill hold the toast,
Up with a bottle ill comatose
And ill make the most of what i chose to go with,
Smooth sailin' down the open road,
You got bones to pick with scoliosis
I'm a roller coaster goin through the motions,
You plead the fifth, i hold the fifth,
N get that narc-canned like overdosing, its Broot
Sometimes I feel like a pile of shit,
Here I go all vile again,
One snap away like a firing pin
I'm a certified sicko and i hate my skin
I mean literally i cant tan for shit,
Ill post up outside with a stogey lit
Emotionless and lookin for a polish chick,
Lost like a runaway,
Hot like a summer day,
I'm never number 2 i'm just one away,
I'm comin up close to 100K
Don't take the fun away
Goin for Sommer Ray,
This mace isn't gonna spray,
Pickin it up and swinging like andele
Wonder if money is under way
Or if im waiting for somethin' more fun to play
As soon as i move in i plant the seed,
Don't try to tell me your a fan of me,
Your girl says to bounce,
-but i promise you that tramp'll lean,
Like weight, watch
Don't give me pounds if you cant, stop,
Talk all that shit but you stand, tall,
Act like your sad its a rain, drop,
Face, swap,
I'm tired of corny ass rappers,
"But isn't that you? Its backwards"
..Well i'm still coming for scalps,
Like Inglorious Basterds,
Pour me a glass sir
Give me a refill
Boring disasters
Start to give me chills
When will i feel?
When will i care?
F*ck it,
Ill cook up lunch with a bear, (start)
Punchin' so hard, its swinging for air,
Stop showing your cards with nothing to spare
If you even start then your takin the stairs ill leave you in parts 'til i am impaired,
I tried to be fair,
Time to beware,
I can't raise a kid if he's violently scared,
America spelt with 3 K's, and its not even layered,
Time for a prayer,
Aint religious enough,
To be giving a f*ck
Ive been sinning amok,
Like gimme your cut,
It gives me rush,
Like smokin' a stogey while sippin' some rum in the range of a gun,
Im goin for trophies ill take it and run,
Not gonna stop til im second to none,
Been losin touch but im back and its fun
Investing my stack so it back in to funds,
Cant find the right knife to cut you with
Bought a new one wrote f*ck you bitch,
Sittin' in my studio wide awake until im seeing stars like a mushroom trip,
Then i got her mad like i bust too quick,
Flippin on her dad with a kung fu kick,
You need a coffin to adjust to come and pick a size, i got options 1 through 6,
Smokin' a stogey,
Your eyin' me down, but you wont approach me, lookin so lonely,
I really just cant see so i stand seeming like i need a homie,
Probably thinking bout crashing like Kobe,
Thinkin bout where ima get a new trophy,
You weren't supposed to ghost me,
Getting the bread and the bags, loaf n grocery
Ill hold the toast,
Up with a bottle ill comatose
And ill make the most of what i chose to go with,
Smooth sailin' down the open road,
You got bones to pick with scoliosis
I'm a roller coaster goin through the motions,
You plead the fifth, i hold the fifth,
N get that narc-canned like overdosing, its Broot