Gonna freak on a bitch
Dig in my teeth to the bitch
Make sure I keep getting rich
Got drugs on my mind and a lotta f*ckin' time
Got lines on lines on lines on lines
Paranoia in my mind (that's right)
Putting a clip to your mind (that's tight)
Told me that you plan to shoot (on sight)
Take a used syringe to your eye (tonight)
I'm on drugs
Nose spitting blood
Everybody back off I am the one
Hope the 808s are distorted as f*ck
So I won't get a break from the bass in the trunk
And I can't hear you speak so I won't have to jump
I don't have no f*ckin' luck
So when I see you shooting I won't ever have to duck
Is that too much to ask?
Sometimes I move to fast
No brakes, I'm on the gas
Sometimes my language get too crass
The drugs, they good they always last
F*ck that bitch, that hoe from the past
If she don't give me drugs I pass
Give me drugs
Stop asking questions
You're getting repetitive
Hearing your voice makes me want to overdose on sedatives
Like this, I don't think I can live
Listening to your whispers crawling through my brain
When I'm all alone, I feel you creep through my blood
Sinking into my brain
Turning my brain to mud
It's only getting worse
How do I get better?
I just wanna feel less under the weather
Is that to much to ask?
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Gonna freak on a bitch
Dig in my teeth to the bitch
Make sure I keep getting rich
Got drugs on my mind and a lotta f*ckin' time
Got lines on lines on lines on lines
Paranoia in my mind (that's right)
Putting a clip to your mind (that's tight)
Told me that you plan to shoot (on sight)
Take a used syringe to your eye (tonight)
I'm on drugs
Nose spitting blood
Everybody back off I am the one
Hope the 808s are distorted as f*ck
So I won't get a break from the bass in the trunk
And I can't hear you speak so I won't have to jump
I don't have no f*ckin' luck
So when I see you shooting I won't ever have to duck
Is that too much to ask?
Sometimes I move to fast
No brakes, I'm on the gas
Sometimes my language get too crass
The drugs, they good they always last
F*ck that bitch, that hoe from the past
If she don't give me drugs I pass
Give me drugs
Stop asking questions
You're getting repetitive
Hearing your voice makes me want to overdose on sedatives
Like this, I don't think I can live
Listening to your whispers crawling through my brain
When I'm all alone, I feel you creep through my blood
Sinking into my brain
Turning my brain to mud
It's only getting worse
How do I get better?
I just wanna feel less under the weather
Is that to much to ask?
Dig in my teeth to the bitch
Make sure I keep getting rich
Got drugs on my mind and a lotta f*ckin' time
Got lines on lines on lines on lines
Paranoia in my mind (that's right)
Putting a clip to your mind (that's tight)
Told me that you plan to shoot (on sight)
Take a used syringe to your eye (tonight)
I'm on drugs
Nose spitting blood
Everybody back off I am the one
Hope the 808s are distorted as f*ck
So I won't get a break from the bass in the trunk
And I can't hear you speak so I won't have to jump
I don't have no f*ckin' luck
So when I see you shooting I won't ever have to duck
Is that too much to ask?
Sometimes I move to fast
No brakes, I'm on the gas
Sometimes my language get too crass
The drugs, they good they always last
F*ck that bitch, that hoe from the past
If she don't give me drugs I pass
Give me drugs
Stop asking questions
You're getting repetitive
Hearing your voice makes me want to overdose on sedatives
Like this, I don't think I can live
Listening to your whispers crawling through my brain
When I'm all alone, I feel you creep through my blood
Sinking into my brain
Turning my brain to mud
It's only getting worse
How do I get better?
I just wanna feel less under the weather
Is that to much to ask?
Writer: Good Time
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