Sniff out dust I can smell the residue
I don't need a K9 I'm the one they execute
Ziploc bags sold and made some revenue
Don't know where I'm going don't where I'm headed to
Better get ready boutta snap boutta count
Turn em all into confetti boutta crash on the couch
Lines by the pound now we getting dope sick
Pull up webMD with the diagnosis
I don't buy shit I ain't one to convince
Loading up my cup while my brain ran sprints
Never bought in to the mass propaganda
Wanna see the big picture like a f*cking panorama
Trashed those things that I found sentimental
Wanna raise each dose started out incremental
Now I'm used to the taste I don't use then I starve
Got space on my arm gotta blade so I carve
Letters ingraining I feel a lack of a pain and
I'm thinking for a split second fore I fall to the pavement
You moving out of my way my sight is nothing but dark
I wish I could have stopped sooner but decided to start
Sniff out dust I can smell the residue
I don't need a K9 I'm the one they execute
Ziploc bags sold and made some revenue
Don't know where I'm going don't where I'm headed to
Amphetamine focus now eyes on the prize
Wasting my time was the time of my life
Won't get em back it's a couple of years
I need a sign hoping something appears
I'm a paradox and contradiction
No one else beats me no opposition
Told a lie well that's disingenuous
Hold the truth well that's way too strenuous
Stolen some shit got some various items
In the side of town with the scariest sightings
Wish and plead I hope openly
That I get my pills I lack dopamine
Bodies I'm dropping no sign of it stopping
I'm using my minutes hakuna matata
We got a pact that you don't uphold
Find you at night we're the darkness patrol
Sniff out dust I can smell the residue
I don't need a K9 I'm the one they execute
Ziploc bags sold and made some revenue
Don't know where I'm going don't where I'm headed to
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Sniff out dust I can smell the residue
I don't need a K9 I'm the one they execute
Ziploc bags sold and made some revenue
Don't know where I'm going don't where I'm headed to
Better get ready boutta snap boutta count
Turn em all into confetti boutta crash on the couch
Lines by the pound now we getting dope sick
Pull up webMD with the diagnosis
I don't buy shit I ain't one to convince
Loading up my cup while my brain ran sprints
Never bought in to the mass propaganda
Wanna see the big picture like a f*cking panorama
Trashed those things that I found sentimental
Wanna raise each dose started out incremental
Now I'm used to the taste I don't use then I starve
Got space on my arm gotta blade so I carve
Letters ingraining I feel a lack of a pain and
I'm thinking for a split second fore I fall to the pavement
You moving out of my way my sight is nothing but dark
I wish I could have stopped sooner but decided to start
Sniff out dust I can smell the residue
I don't need a K9 I'm the one they execute
Ziploc bags sold and made some revenue
Don't know where I'm going don't where I'm headed to
Amphetamine focus now eyes on the prize
Wasting my time was the time of my life
Won't get em back it's a couple of years
I need a sign hoping something appears
I'm a paradox and contradiction
No one else beats me no opposition
Told a lie well that's disingenuous
Hold the truth well that's way too strenuous
Stolen some shit got some various items
In the side of town with the scariest sightings
Wish and plead I hope openly
That I get my pills I lack dopamine
Bodies I'm dropping no sign of it stopping
I'm using my minutes hakuna matata
We got a pact that you don't uphold
Find you at night we're the darkness patrol
Sniff out dust I can smell the residue
I don't need a K9 I'm the one they execute
Ziploc bags sold and made some revenue
Don't know where I'm going don't where I'm headed to
I don't need a K9 I'm the one they execute
Ziploc bags sold and made some revenue
Don't know where I'm going don't where I'm headed to
Better get ready boutta snap boutta count
Turn em all into confetti boutta crash on the couch
Lines by the pound now we getting dope sick
Pull up webMD with the diagnosis
I don't buy shit I ain't one to convince
Loading up my cup while my brain ran sprints
Never bought in to the mass propaganda
Wanna see the big picture like a f*cking panorama
Trashed those things that I found sentimental
Wanna raise each dose started out incremental
Now I'm used to the taste I don't use then I starve
Got space on my arm gotta blade so I carve
Letters ingraining I feel a lack of a pain and
I'm thinking for a split second fore I fall to the pavement
You moving out of my way my sight is nothing but dark
I wish I could have stopped sooner but decided to start
Sniff out dust I can smell the residue
I don't need a K9 I'm the one they execute
Ziploc bags sold and made some revenue
Don't know where I'm going don't where I'm headed to
Amphetamine focus now eyes on the prize
Wasting my time was the time of my life
Won't get em back it's a couple of years
I need a sign hoping something appears
I'm a paradox and contradiction
No one else beats me no opposition
Told a lie well that's disingenuous
Hold the truth well that's way too strenuous
Stolen some shit got some various items
In the side of town with the scariest sightings
Wish and plead I hope openly
That I get my pills I lack dopamine
Bodies I'm dropping no sign of it stopping
I'm using my minutes hakuna matata
We got a pact that you don't uphold
Find you at night we're the darkness patrol
Sniff out dust I can smell the residue
I don't need a K9 I'm the one they execute
Ziploc bags sold and made some revenue
Don't know where I'm going don't where I'm headed to
Writer: Y K
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid