Lyrics:
time Ima trip
Fat boy gotta lotta dough just for the drip
Venice beach 250 on the kicks
Came back from the dead popping bottles in the vip
Wipe me down
a bean, told him Imma flick it
Swerving down her curves while I choke her by the bottle neck
Drunk as shit, drive her crazy but she like the kiss of death
I
now it all feeling no limit
It can be gone in a second and I ain't shut eye in a minute
Section look like walking dead bottles all light up we dying
dead
In the backyard feral kittens squealed
As a window left ajar revealed
A nurse giving Teen Wolf head
Above the banter of the rabid dogs
The bong
Right...
Lets talk! (Right)
Probably thought I was a...
The way I always keep a strap around
He acting like a big dog, I come around he simmer down
homies and all of my lady friends
I done backslid, so I got this bottle in my hand
It's supposed to be a Bible but my problem is
I'm trying to fit in...
Born and bred in a suburban prison
Common land in the Kingdom of Fear
Generations doomed by disillusion
White picket fences holding em in
The dream
envy me
Don't give a fuck where I'm at
No pressing me I'm in Miami wit my heat
Seen a opp Fah saved by the bell like he screech
Niggas wanna beef I'm
feet wet . Treat yo bitch just like a dog and told her lean back . Doggy turned into a lumberjack like, where the trees at?? I popped a rhino pill by
a pill bottle
Thinking that my past haunt me
Tell me dog just who the fuck is you
You got the wrong homie
Lay Low Play Slow
Always on my own money
Gotta
that boy got hit by seekers
Coke bottle body bitch but she plain jain aqua fina
Hit her fah the night then jst like tht boy father imma leave her
I'mma
wick shooting up bloody masked witness
To haters making COVID wishes on a Aguilera genie bottle of piranhas
Like kiss Drake poison ivy taste of plastic
nonchalant
I be tryna be low-key but they been lookin for your boy
But I be gone
Tryna pack my bags and be out by the morn
I flow like a river, that's why they
Wondering ,did the man in red get my Christmas list
Was I that bad ,didn't get toys or privileges
Remember eating noodles, hott dogs, and bolony sandwiches
to day
Cut by the tether that I hold, look in the eye Hole, run back with my ball, trip and then I fall
How the fuck he do it
Is it confidence,
dead
When she hangs with friends she pets the dog instead
What the fuck's a rising sign girl I'm tryna get head
I try to say something, she's like Girl,
Leaving him struck, he be dead in a hearse
Squaring against my competitors first
Pain is a blessing and pleasure a curse
Love is cyclonic whenever it hurts
of the dog, a man is not a man
Without blood on his hands
These scars I've earned, I've earned on my own
Distant memories, away from home
[Chorus]
mangled. Oh yeah, I knew the percentages but the numbers were unaware of the grand finale's emphasis. And over the scent of a thousand dead dogs Agent Zip
tight to the contours of your body
And the dead grass stuck to fibers from us rolling in the lay-by
Were passed to dog-haired blankets
That protected
Meaningless magazines lie by the bed
Somebody's radio broken and dead
I stared at nice scarlet bottles of wine
Then I started to drink them instead
For who
the deuce to the ten
Vinnie a carnivore y'all is arugula fem
Mecca Medina followed by Jerusalem then
I'm a gorilla from the Biblical zoo with the pen
Kool
he disappeared
Confirming everything that I feared
The time passed is shown by the length of his beard
Solomon stands, dead on his feet
Waiting
hangovers and bottles on my floor.
My mangled memory is making me mistake misfortune for forgiveness.
I don't think I'll make it out alive.
So promise
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