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Performed By: Bcalee
Length: 2:52
Written by: Brian Calderon




Bcalee - Episode Lyrics




I just got done doing push ups, I'm tryna, treat myself better
I smoke up & I think, of all these moments I've treasured
There's gotta be a GOD up there and I hope he notice my efforts
I fell in love one time and that bitch told me forever
So the only girl that I love gets me higher then ever
This rap shit like a drug that il give up not ever
This tree smells like a sunset idk how but I'm up next
My mind open I love it without that it Don't function
Nah it really does that's some dumb shit
My rhymes packed with that buff ness
I can't wait for the day they let us in
Il be screamin, cussin. Proudly! Hispanic
Momma went through hell but she managed
My dad broke her heart & that's tragic

I got this tupac on repeat, my homie wit me Rollin dro
My girl gon call my phone & cause another episode
I feel like I ain't loosing shit these demons hovering my soul
Thank god that I can smoke up & let it go

If I don't know it, I won't speak it, that's some shit il never say
Every Friday feel amazing dreading Sunday's walk of shame
On my drive I get this feeling some shit I can't explain
Then I check my chest it's hollow it's all good yeah I'm okay
Got me thinkin bout the bottles & pussy that numbed this pain
Got some particles of cookie & shatter all in my brain
If my homies here tmrw best believe we celebrate
Its not hard to pull a bitch I'd rather talk to maryjane
If I have some time regardless she'll get bent in every way
I can't wait to sober up this is not my natural state
Posted at the golden gate, this whole 8th to the face!
Then we head back to Sj, & call that shit a day

I got this tupac on repeat, my homie wit me Rollin dro
My girl gon call my phone & cause another episode
I feel like I ain't loosing shit these demons hovering my soul
Thank god that I can smoke up & let it go
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I just got done doing push ups, I'm tryna, treat myself better
I smoke up & I think, of all these moments I've treasured
There's gotta be a GOD up there and I hope he notice my efforts
I fell in love one time and that bitch told me forever
So the only girl that I love gets me higher then ever
This rap shit like a drug that il give up not ever
This tree smells like a sunset idk how but I'm up next
My mind open I love it without that it Don't function
Nah it really does that's some dumb shit
My rhymes packed with that buff ness
I can't wait for the day they let us in
Il be screamin, cussin. Proudly! Hispanic
Momma went through hell but she managed
My dad broke her heart & that's tragic

I got this tupac on repeat, my homie wit me Rollin dro
My girl gon call my phone & cause another episode
I feel like I ain't loosing shit these demons hovering my soul
Thank god that I can smoke up & let it go

If I don't know it, I won't speak it, that's some shit il never say
Every Friday feel amazing dreading Sunday's walk of shame
On my drive I get this feeling some shit I can't explain
Then I check my chest it's hollow it's all good yeah I'm okay
Got me thinkin bout the bottles & pussy that numbed this pain
Got some particles of cookie & shatter all in my brain
If my homies here tmrw best believe we celebrate
Its not hard to pull a bitch I'd rather talk to maryjane
If I have some time regardless she'll get bent in every way
I can't wait to sober up this is not my natural state
Posted at the golden gate, this whole 8th to the face!
Then we head back to Sj, & call that shit a day

I got this tupac on repeat, my homie wit me Rollin dro
My girl gon call my phone & cause another episode
I feel like I ain't loosing shit these demons hovering my soul
Thank god that I can smoke up & let it go
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Writer: Brian Calderon
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