Oh, it gets hard with compromised lungs, my dear
Yep, yep
Couple, few hunnid spinnin' down the drain, no rotor rooter
Roaches, down in the ashes, baby girl up laying nude or
Lingerie on the body
Dealer waiting in the lobby
Brown and green and white to party
Colors, colors, God, I'm sorry
Thought about blowing my brains out in the
Back of the Uber
Been about 12 years high, wish I cut
The kite much sooner
I've lost count how many bribes I've paid to state troopers
Keep me out the clink
Brink
Of and overdose
Sink
Full of vomit and a bit of blood
Pardon graphic tidbits
Desperately need to to delete all my dealers digits
Kick it
Without my head in the clouds is foreign
Yep yep
Damn near boring
Yep yep
Been resetting
Yep yep
Betting
That it stops the warring
Can't keep touring
Like this
Stuck inside a vice grip
Need to relieve the pressure
Need to release depression
Weed crumbles in your pretty fur coat
Lips stained with merlot
Snowflakes in my Aston Martin
What if we crash the car and
Both of us dearly departing
Paranoia start to sky rocket
Yep yep
I don't trust the drive tonight so I park it
Yep yep
Need a clear scope on the barrel so I target
Can't get
Caught in the shuffle
Order the vodka, make it a double
Wait, matter fact, get me water with bubbles
Sitting across from bosses, need clear vision
In case of a shot or a scuffle
All of the poison in all all of my muscles
Lost control on occasion
Bad decision making
Led to friction, waiting
For the other shoe to drop
They shooting cops?
Yep yep
Ain't paid em off?
Nope nope
That's rookie movies
Yep yep
We need to move, bet bet
It's messy 'round here
Getting testy 'round here
Leave your besty 'round here
Who's holding you down?
And who's slowing you up?
Anchor holding you down
Coppers showing you cuffs
Thank you very much and I'm out
I can't cling to how I used to boogie
That'll allow them pigs at the precinct to book me
Grab your make up bag
And your pretty purse
Gotta flush the dope
Before we hit the hearse
Pit stop at the church
Cleaning the karma 'fore we get them buckets seats
We out luckily
Gotta keeep it clean
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Oh, it gets hard with compromised lungs, my dear
Yep, yep
Couple, few hunnid spinnin' down the drain, no rotor rooter
Roaches, down in the ashes, baby girl up laying nude or
Lingerie on the body
Dealer waiting in the lobby
Brown and green and white to party
Colors, colors, God, I'm sorry
Thought about blowing my brains out in the
Back of the Uber
Been about 12 years high, wish I cut
The kite much sooner
I've lost count how many bribes I've paid to state troopers
Keep me out the clink
Brink
Of and overdose
Sink
Full of vomit and a bit of blood
Pardon graphic tidbits
Desperately need to to delete all my dealers digits
Kick it
Without my head in the clouds is foreign
Yep yep
Damn near boring
Yep yep
Been resetting
Yep yep
Betting
That it stops the warring
Can't keep touring
Like this
Stuck inside a vice grip
Need to relieve the pressure
Need to release depression
Weed crumbles in your pretty fur coat
Lips stained with merlot
Snowflakes in my Aston Martin
What if we crash the car and
Both of us dearly departing
Paranoia start to sky rocket
Yep yep
I don't trust the drive tonight so I park it
Yep yep
Need a clear scope on the barrel so I target
Can't get
Caught in the shuffle
Order the vodka, make it a double
Wait, matter fact, get me water with bubbles
Sitting across from bosses, need clear vision
In case of a shot or a scuffle
All of the poison in all all of my muscles
Lost control on occasion
Bad decision making
Led to friction, waiting
For the other shoe to drop
They shooting cops?
Yep yep
Ain't paid em off?
Nope nope
That's rookie movies
Yep yep
We need to move, bet bet
It's messy 'round here
Getting testy 'round here
Leave your besty 'round here
Who's holding you down?
And who's slowing you up?
Anchor holding you down
Coppers showing you cuffs
Thank you very much and I'm out
I can't cling to how I used to boogie
That'll allow them pigs at the precinct to book me
Grab your make up bag
And your pretty purse
Gotta flush the dope
Before we hit the hearse
Pit stop at the church
Cleaning the karma 'fore we get them buckets seats
We out luckily
Gotta keeep it clean
Yep, yep
Couple, few hunnid spinnin' down the drain, no rotor rooter
Roaches, down in the ashes, baby girl up laying nude or
Lingerie on the body
Dealer waiting in the lobby
Brown and green and white to party
Colors, colors, God, I'm sorry
Thought about blowing my brains out in the
Back of the Uber
Been about 12 years high, wish I cut
The kite much sooner
I've lost count how many bribes I've paid to state troopers
Keep me out the clink
Brink
Of and overdose
Sink
Full of vomit and a bit of blood
Pardon graphic tidbits
Desperately need to to delete all my dealers digits
Kick it
Without my head in the clouds is foreign
Yep yep
Damn near boring
Yep yep
Been resetting
Yep yep
Betting
That it stops the warring
Can't keep touring
Like this
Stuck inside a vice grip
Need to relieve the pressure
Need to release depression
Weed crumbles in your pretty fur coat
Lips stained with merlot
Snowflakes in my Aston Martin
What if we crash the car and
Both of us dearly departing
Paranoia start to sky rocket
Yep yep
I don't trust the drive tonight so I park it
Yep yep
Need a clear scope on the barrel so I target
Can't get
Caught in the shuffle
Order the vodka, make it a double
Wait, matter fact, get me water with bubbles
Sitting across from bosses, need clear vision
In case of a shot or a scuffle
All of the poison in all all of my muscles
Lost control on occasion
Bad decision making
Led to friction, waiting
For the other shoe to drop
They shooting cops?
Yep yep
Ain't paid em off?
Nope nope
That's rookie movies
Yep yep
We need to move, bet bet
It's messy 'round here
Getting testy 'round here
Leave your besty 'round here
Who's holding you down?
And who's slowing you up?
Anchor holding you down
Coppers showing you cuffs
Thank you very much and I'm out
I can't cling to how I used to boogie
That'll allow them pigs at the precinct to book me
Grab your make up bag
And your pretty purse
Gotta flush the dope
Before we hit the hearse
Pit stop at the church
Cleaning the karma 'fore we get them buckets seats
We out luckily
Gotta keeep it clean
Writer: Osaze Akerejah
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid