Lyrics:
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I am just a soul with a body and a passion
Look what I made Momma, it's magic
Nothin but a bastard kid laughing hard at everything that the pastor
Yeah, breaker one-nine, this here's the Rubber Duck,
You got a copy on me Pigpen? c'mon.)
(Ah yeah, ten-four Pigpen, for sure, for sure.
By golly
(Verse 1)
It was a quarter to one We' had nothin' done
Bout ninety degrees outside It was her and me
One chair cozy
In a laid back Chesney style She
love being with my friends
We barely get by but have the best times
And hope it never ends
We drink all day until we fall down
So we can do it all again
just ain't nothin' left
Whiskey with the cyanide, empty bottle by my bed
Depression got no antidote so fill my fucking brain with lead
Blood run
here (Why Nigga)
Beefin' with the whole city
But I'm still here (I'm outside)
I'm still here
Don't compare me to no rapper
If he ain't drop nothin'
I
that ass from the side that's before she sits down
And her mouth get wet as a bottle of Crystal
Niggas lookin' at me, pa but I'm packin' a pistol
Fuck
but he just turned to me
And said Why son don't you know this here
Rig'll be puttin' 'em all to shame, why
There ain't a driver on this
Or any other
Product of the slums with
Rich white folks' money
And the police got no love for me
But I'm not scared of nothin'
Mass incarcerate us
Man and then they call
still thirsty
I come from the hydrant the yard and the corner now tell me who cola
So acidic you nothin but soda
Yeah I feed to the roots to the trees
you, me
And this bottle of Jim Beam
Between you and me
It’s been a long time comin’
But you can’t say there’s nothin’
Between you, me
And this bottle
granted like my college degree
I'm in a good spot, getting crushed by a rock
I make an effort tryna sever all my bottling thoughts
I'm stackin' bottles
I bet no one ever saw this comin'
Quiet in the back I never said nothin'
I hit you by surprise I'm on my flow now
Go ahead and comment down below now
10-20-71, the day I come out
Two days later, I'm runnin' my mouth
Mom's put a bottle to my grill
I look her in the face and I say chill
So she puts
never met someone
Quite like you
Asked me to hang out with his friends
I just got underage drunk again
He thinks I'm wild but it's nothin' new
I know he's
nothin been livin above it I'm floatin round like ET
Beer die in the back
I got jack up by bed side
Too broke for designer
I'm still walkin with my head
Poppin pills and bottles
Just to ease the pain
Cause nothin feel the same
Stuck up on my mind
I be all alone
Callin' on your phone
I ain’t tryna do all
you see me gettin' high
But my knife, I'll have yo ass seein' out one eye
As times go by, I twist a lot
Fuck with me and my niggas, somebody gonna die
the battery cables with the pliers
Check the gates, now i'm straight
Bumpin that menace to society by mc eiht
See I got spice, but i'm not the one
My
We was just talkin bout this at the hill
Now I got bags in the trunk add up to half mill
Smoke Exotic only by the pound I'm foreal
Got this shit
rescue me
But there's just no helpin' me
By any means, I'm'ma stay alive
Seekin' relief from the other side
They say the drugs don't make it right
But they
or trick on you
Don't think you caught us slippin', my bitch keep a blick on her
I still be in the trenches, with nothin' but pape and sticks on me
Spin
into my home
You're like a bottle sent with a message
But you're sinkin' like a stone
If I had your name
I'd be changin' it by now
If I was
hella coo!
Often imitated but never dismemblicated
Kilo grams of coke and that broccoli I used to weigh it
Smokin' Ahfganny in the candy blue drop
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