Catch me tryna light a cig up in the pouring rain
And she offered me some cocaine
Not tryna put that shit in my brain
I'm just masturbating on this beat, Louis C.K.
Really could've been the champagne
Ride dirty with some road rage
In the end it's just the same thing
Got his hair falling out, he need some Rogaine
Now he tryna play the blame game
Big dog sippin propane
Stick shift, gotta switch lanes
You don't know what to do because I told you
Really went and bought a whole two
Cold-pressed sippin cold juice
Go and find yourself a big noose
And you know I f*ckin can't help you, can't help you
Figure this shit out
Wonder why he put the blame on you
Get high, cause the thoughts get so loud
Pulled up like shame on you, chain on you
Weigh yourself down
Might f*ck around and FaceTime you
Late night, blue pills in my mouth
Back up I-90 in the left lane speeding
And you know I couldn't care if you stopped breathing
F*ck off with the gas that you're chiefing
Left out in the dunes, I'm bleeding
Thrill seeking, I'm a different kind of demon
No feeling, Adderall with Hennessey yeah
Still bleeding, bright red leakin
In the back of the matte-black Lincoln
Declanbeyer. - DUNES Lyrics
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Catch me tryna light a cig up in the pouring rain
And she offered me some cocaine
Not tryna put that shit in my brain
I'm just masturbating on this beat, Louis C.K.
Really could've been the champagne
Ride dirty with some road rage
In the end it's just the same thing
Got his hair falling out, he need some Rogaine
Now he tryna play the blame game
Big dog sippin propane
Stick shift, gotta switch lanes
You don't know what to do because I told you
Really went and bought a whole two
Cold-pressed sippin cold juice
Go and find yourself a big noose
And you know I f*ckin can't help you, can't help you
Figure this shit out
Wonder why he put the blame on you
Get high, cause the thoughts get so loud
Pulled up like shame on you, chain on you
Weigh yourself down
Might f*ck around and FaceTime you
Late night, blue pills in my mouth
Back up I-90 in the left lane speeding
And you know I couldn't care if you stopped breathing
F*ck off with the gas that you're chiefing
Left out in the dunes, I'm bleeding
Thrill seeking, I'm a different kind of demon
No feeling, Adderall with Hennessey yeah
Still bleeding, bright red leakin
In the back of the matte-black Lincoln
And she offered me some cocaine
Not tryna put that shit in my brain
I'm just masturbating on this beat, Louis C.K.
Really could've been the champagne
Ride dirty with some road rage
In the end it's just the same thing
Got his hair falling out, he need some Rogaine
Now he tryna play the blame game
Big dog sippin propane
Stick shift, gotta switch lanes
You don't know what to do because I told you
Really went and bought a whole two
Cold-pressed sippin cold juice
Go and find yourself a big noose
And you know I f*ckin can't help you, can't help you
Figure this shit out
Wonder why he put the blame on you
Get high, cause the thoughts get so loud
Pulled up like shame on you, chain on you
Weigh yourself down
Might f*ck around and FaceTime you
Late night, blue pills in my mouth
Back up I-90 in the left lane speeding
And you know I couldn't care if you stopped breathing
F*ck off with the gas that you're chiefing
Left out in the dunes, I'm bleeding
Thrill seeking, I'm a different kind of demon
No feeling, Adderall with Hennessey yeah
Still bleeding, bright red leakin
In the back of the matte-black Lincoln
Writer: Declan Beyer
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