Lyrics:
big fan, white noise
Stand up, cuboid (Acute boy)
91's babe, obtuse boy
C1, Sphenoid, slip Freud
Clear it up; autophage
Clean thoughts; mind's maid
I've snapped now cunt I've got nothing to prove
In a crack house drunk pouring up in my shoe
Nothin' is new I'm still tripping off the drugs that I
power and sensitivity
Overwhelm themselves with drugs and artificial stimulants
Subtlety is lost
And fine distinctions based on acute reasoning
Are
They looked like wings but could not fly you away
From where you lay choking to death
Your mind once so acute, so strange and so astute
Couldn’t
The objective - to create the perfect truth drug.
to weaken the individual and force confessions.
Control human behavior through the chemical,
was simpler when I was sellin' drugs
You ain't know me then though, ain't that what ya think
You was in the bed, I was trafficking the thing
Man
clothes
Your drugs and every secret code
I'm gonna write you a letter
I'm gonna write you a book
I wanna see your reaction
I wanna see how it looks
Your drugs and every secret code
I'm gonna write you a letter
I'm gonna write you a book
I want to see your reaction
I want to see how it looks
From way
clothes
Your drugs and every secret code
I'm gonna write you a letter
I'm gonna write you a book
I wanna see your reaction
I wanna see how it looks
she walk, the way that she talk, watch my reaction
Cupid hit me with his gun that choppa blasting
Girl I'm numb off all these drugs, It's not an Asprin
Lights, camera, and the action
Played my heart
Like she was acting
Hold me accountable
For my actions
Played it off
Like my reaction
Fall in love
When I think about you
I think about drugs
When I think about pain
I thunk it was love
When I feel this way
I've had enough
Of your reign now I'm sober
I
need no one
It's a chain reaction
Money is her drug
Gives her satisfaction
Money makes her cum
Oh whoa oh
She's a Rich...Bi$h
Can ya handle it? Can ya
peeping
Creepin' on ah come up like my niggas from Cleveland
From CY 2 LA
Drug dealing and thievin’ Bellville Rich Boy LA Rich Boy
You don’t see what I see
beckon
A little chatter like cold teeth
A fix for the reverend
It goes drugs, drugs
Never really havin' much
Fun, fun
It's all in a days work
Who decided
guard, they scared to hunt me
I love beef, I got you hoes duckin' me
A drug thief, bitch I'll take your marijuana
These slugs with keep your ass away
The national guard, they scared to hunt me
I love beef, I got you hoes duckin' me
A drug thief, bitch I'll take your marijuana
These slugs with keep your ass
to rock
Closed up my door up and murked you on the job
Gettin' money like back in the days
Niggaz get like shower posse in a spectacular drug games
Slayin'
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what
clothes
Your drugs and every secret code
I'm gonna write you a letter
I'm gonna write you a book
I wanna see your reaction
I wanna see how it looks
clothes
Your drugs and every secret code
I'm gonna write you a letter
I'm gonna write you a book
I wanna see your reaction
I wanna see how it looks
How cool is gang banging?
Its love when you and your homies hanging huh
Your uncles had did it so its a chain reaction
Relate to your homies
real life magic
Mmmmm inhale slowly
Oooooo oooooo
If I hold on can we go higher
Now what do I look like tellin you
What drugs you should try
You waited
That's in my blood.
You wonder why us niggas be hustlers,
And out there slingin' drugs, nigga?
That's in my blood.
That drug money, stuff that shit up
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