It's a good day to die
Prescribe
Need my medicine
I'm knocking out elections with storm like Thomas Edison
I'm back in form, well informed
Need no evidence
Torn from your scorn
Jump out 30 story residence
I'm more into gore turned to porn I'm not heaven sent
I opened a port to import all my relatives
Sports to engorge all the whores, let huddle slip
Satellite bitch takes pics like the Hubble ship
Loan on my home, I don't own, I cant take advice
Reading ancient text and I've been mulling over sacrifice
Love the color blue but I could never back no police
Never take that back
F*ck a rat
Put em' back on ice
Hypocritic demon visions
Losing all my sanity
I care about myself, but I don't care about my vanity
Missed calls and backlogs, my calendar is scaring me
Weigh it on the clock apparently for the transparency
It's transparent what is scaring me
Louder than a blaring beat I hope I get some clarity
Find some peace and let me sleep, anxiety is wearing me
Pushed in all directions swear that gravity is tearing me
A journalist, an author, a patriot, a professional troublemaker
A complex walking monument to misbehavior apparently took his own life with a gun last night
I lean out and I line up like 1920s immigrant
I'm sending out the pictures where f*ck he get the images
These bitches wanna play with me i'm not involved in scrimmages
I care to much, I give a shit, I silence all the witnesses
I don't care when Christmas is i'm woefully in wistfulness
I diss your bitch you make no sense
I'm owning all my privileges
I run the scene make my means, ladidadeda
Out in the streets slanging beads like it's marks gras
Vroom on a Yamaha, chromed out 1100
What I'm doin'? Gettin' High
What we doin'? Gettin' by
What they doin'? Talking shit
But they never loss
Unknown still the company
And bitch i'm the boss
That girl call me zaddy, that girl call me zaddy
Spilt all my weed I and still just rolled a fatty up
I get what you added up I stay on different patios
Rising with the sun and disappearing where the shadows roam
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It's a good day to die
Prescribe
Need my medicine
I'm knocking out elections with storm like Thomas Edison
I'm back in form, well informed
Need no evidence
Torn from your scorn
Jump out 30 story residence
I'm more into gore turned to porn I'm not heaven sent
I opened a port to import all my relatives
Sports to engorge all the whores, let huddle slip
Satellite bitch takes pics like the Hubble ship
Loan on my home, I don't own, I cant take advice
Reading ancient text and I've been mulling over sacrifice
Love the color blue but I could never back no police
Never take that back
F*ck a rat
Put em' back on ice
Hypocritic demon visions
Losing all my sanity
I care about myself, but I don't care about my vanity
Missed calls and backlogs, my calendar is scaring me
Weigh it on the clock apparently for the transparency
It's transparent what is scaring me
Louder than a blaring beat I hope I get some clarity
Find some peace and let me sleep, anxiety is wearing me
Pushed in all directions swear that gravity is tearing me
A journalist, an author, a patriot, a professional troublemaker
A complex walking monument to misbehavior apparently took his own life with a gun last night
I lean out and I line up like 1920s immigrant
I'm sending out the pictures where f*ck he get the images
These bitches wanna play with me i'm not involved in scrimmages
I care to much, I give a shit, I silence all the witnesses
I don't care when Christmas is i'm woefully in wistfulness
I diss your bitch you make no sense
I'm owning all my privileges
I run the scene make my means, ladidadeda
Out in the streets slanging beads like it's marks gras
Vroom on a Yamaha, chromed out 1100
What I'm doin'? Gettin' High
What we doin'? Gettin' by
What they doin'? Talking shit
But they never loss
Unknown still the company
And bitch i'm the boss
That girl call me zaddy, that girl call me zaddy
Spilt all my weed I and still just rolled a fatty up
I get what you added up I stay on different patios
Rising with the sun and disappearing where the shadows roam
Prescribe
Need my medicine
I'm knocking out elections with storm like Thomas Edison
I'm back in form, well informed
Need no evidence
Torn from your scorn
Jump out 30 story residence
I'm more into gore turned to porn I'm not heaven sent
I opened a port to import all my relatives
Sports to engorge all the whores, let huddle slip
Satellite bitch takes pics like the Hubble ship
Loan on my home, I don't own, I cant take advice
Reading ancient text and I've been mulling over sacrifice
Love the color blue but I could never back no police
Never take that back
F*ck a rat
Put em' back on ice
Hypocritic demon visions
Losing all my sanity
I care about myself, but I don't care about my vanity
Missed calls and backlogs, my calendar is scaring me
Weigh it on the clock apparently for the transparency
It's transparent what is scaring me
Louder than a blaring beat I hope I get some clarity
Find some peace and let me sleep, anxiety is wearing me
Pushed in all directions swear that gravity is tearing me
A journalist, an author, a patriot, a professional troublemaker
A complex walking monument to misbehavior apparently took his own life with a gun last night
I lean out and I line up like 1920s immigrant
I'm sending out the pictures where f*ck he get the images
These bitches wanna play with me i'm not involved in scrimmages
I care to much, I give a shit, I silence all the witnesses
I don't care when Christmas is i'm woefully in wistfulness
I diss your bitch you make no sense
I'm owning all my privileges
I run the scene make my means, ladidadeda
Out in the streets slanging beads like it's marks gras
Vroom on a Yamaha, chromed out 1100
What I'm doin'? Gettin' High
What we doin'? Gettin' by
What they doin'? Talking shit
But they never loss
Unknown still the company
And bitch i'm the boss
That girl call me zaddy, that girl call me zaddy
Spilt all my weed I and still just rolled a fatty up
I get what you added up I stay on different patios
Rising with the sun and disappearing where the shadows roam
Writer: Kirk Siefert
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid