Lyrics:
It'll take a whole lot of money to chase away these blues
Can you spare me some change so I can ease my mind
I've been searching for solace in this bottle
OF THE SUMMER RcIN
SMcCK SMcCKING THcT WINDOW PcNE
COMING cT ME LIKE BULLET TRcIN
WITH c WHOLE LOT OF PcIN PcIN PcIN
I'M GONNc SINK TO THE BOTTOM OF THIS BOTTLE
violent on my mama
Pour out my feelings in a bottle
Wit no prescriptions I get higher
Don’t need you telling me you proud of me
Know it aint come from
a deep hole
Another bottle's what I always reach for
Pour me another drink
Is it scotch is it gin
I don't really even care so could you
Pour me another
a dollar
To avoid the commotion, I just bottle emotions
One for the town, yessir
Two for the dro
A couple of years ago when I moved from the O
To One Six
holes in the pockets
Trying to forget the goodbyes
But he can't stop
And on it goes
Line up another round
And slam em down one last time
Thinking about
continues
My birthday's in a couple of weeks
I can’t think
Feelin' anxious, cop a bottle and drink
Another bottle in the corner
More blood down the sink
Just
Yeah Profit Gang till the death
You know that we'll get through it this will pass too
Seen bullets flyin drive by shooters tryina pass through
From
ain't talking popping clips and shit
But they take your money, leave you with polka holes
Niggas what you on
And your hoe's on her knees singing her means
a black hole
My niggas we might by act on, yeah
A trap though
This city is a trap though
Make it out big facts though
You gotta get them racks bro, yeah
I'm
miss em
Taking bottles to the brain an i wont sip em
Turns out the ones who say they ridin be the same that switch up
If you ain't real then stay from by
Ginger ale ice cubes and a bottle of rye
Ain't got no rocket science needs no plastic surgeon
When she lays on her back she pokes a hole in the sky
She's
on
i had nothing to do with this
you never ask for forgiveness
maybe you'll live, all alone
the hole you dug, is where u belong
with you by my side i've
Float on it now
Mama never Satisfy
Only wanna Roam
Twenty twenty Pass by
She only dey Home
Lock down Televized
I'm driving through a pot hole
I'm tryna love, I'm tryna do it right now
I'm tryna love, it's heavyweight you feel it by
the pound
No one else above,
the top off of that whip 'cause I don't give a roof a ceiling
Bottles of that brew until it's suds
Throw that bitch into the crowd, watch the socket come
goggles, oxygen bottles and Doppler effect modules
Lock you in a time capsule, smash the console
Shit on you in reverse and suck you in a brown hole
Suck
right
Ambulance come around
By the time the hypes
Taking of his nikes
I know it sound cold
But this bullet put a hole in my soul
Never shorties
God in her eyes
The father of Christ, sure to be immortal
Guzzlin' beer bottles by the dozen with Devin, that's mi hermano
(Big Pun, will be here,
heart?
Once upon a time I used to go to church and talk to God
Now I'm thinkin' to myself, hollow tips is all I got
Now I'm drinkin' by myself,
make disappear
And this flow is hypnotic, these class a narcotics, you pop up the bottle
Prescribed by psychologists, go for psychotic shit
Prozak
happy
Kill or be killed, Id rather go to war before they catch me
Arrest me, I told you before I wears vest's
A born legend by the way of .357
I'm
that shot at me
I think I`ll probably, ride by and let `em sample the varieties,
My hollow ain`t easy to swallow,
Like them five dollar bottles,
Kill
The likes of me, F-you-D-G-E brains compete
Wit CP0-three's intelligence
Accompanied by Mike Z-double-O-T
Shabaam Sahdeeq, Skam, Kweli, and Spinna
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