Kyle Cowlick - QP For 420 Lyrics

Today I threw up something that kinda looked like blood
And I don't know where it came from but it's probably not my gut
Don't wanna know where my mouth goes
Don't wanna know where my life goes
Don't give a shit where the wind blows
We've been there before a folk punk will know

And tomorrow I'll cough up something old and dead and black
And I'm not sure if that's all of it I need another hack
Don't wanna know how dark this gets
Don't wanna know how gross this gets
Don't give a shit about the ritz
The cracker or whatever else it is

Money is gonna kill me
In a figurative sense
As I have no skills
And no job to compense
And running out of money constantly
I need to buy a Henry but it costs 40

And the next day my foots the only part me that can sleep
And I'm falling apart like a poorly assembled removable window jeep
Don't wanna know how old i am
Don't wanna know what's a business plan
Don't have the joints to soothe my joints
Billionaires don't make good points

Money is gonna kill me
In a figurative sense
As I have no skills
And no job to compense
And losing all my loot alliteratively
I need to buy a Q but it costs 60

Money is gonna kill
In a literal bash
When I get crushed
By a pile a cash
The irony won't satisfy me
Because a goddamn halfie still costs 120

I wanna system where I don't need to cope
But it's hard imagining a future or hope
The honey hoarding bears will do all the coke
And we'll be stuck with Pepsi and all go broke
Wealth needs some distribution
Do not fall for the illusions

Money is gonna kill me
In a figurative sense
As I have no skills
And no job to compense
And I need a o to stay alive
But that's gonna be about 205

Money is gonna kill me
In a spiritual way
As I'm dying
Anyway
I'm running out of money constantly
But im hoping to get a QP for 420