My lil country baddie hold a blicky when she ride wit me
Made a quarter millly wit out a minute of sobriety
I done made a killin offa stitchin n this rhymin shit
I be wit da shiners pressin diamonds on my miner tip
I been treckin minefields in my mind so I get high again
Pour me up a Fanta mix in phantoms it's dead guys in it
I be holdin pain dat turn 2 rage guess that's disguising it
Product of the pain what can I say it's been a priceless trip
I take medicine forget my sins
I might get sad and forget I'm him
I drip in fits just 2 kick in the crib
My bih said I'm vain said it is what it is
Don't got go on dates I'm way 2 local
Don't show face I'm way 2 known
Won't go back n forth on the phoneline
I'll hang up we way 2 grown
Way 2 grown and way 2 focused
I'm mr aim cause I'm always in motion
She hate the fame but it come wit a token
She play the game like the rule board broke
She play the game like it's creative mode
She got no behaviour tho
Pretty privilege she pillaged my heart
Done left me wit vacant soul
My lil country baddie hold a blicky when she ride wit me
Made a quarter millly wit out a minute of sobriety
I done made a killin offa stitchin n this rhymin shit
I be wit da shiners pressin diamonds on my miner tip
I been treckin minefields in my my mind so I get high again
Pour me up a Fanta mix in phantoms it's dead guys in it
I be holdin pain dat turn 2 rage guess that's disguising it
Product of the pain what can I say it's been a priceless trip
PhiMafioso - ++selfloathingnarcissist!! Lyrics
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My lil country baddie hold a blicky when she ride wit me
Made a quarter millly wit out a minute of sobriety
I done made a killin offa stitchin n this rhymin shit
I be wit da shiners pressin diamonds on my miner tip
I been treckin minefields in my mind so I get high again
Pour me up a Fanta mix in phantoms it's dead guys in it
I be holdin pain dat turn 2 rage guess that's disguising it
Product of the pain what can I say it's been a priceless trip
I take medicine forget my sins
I might get sad and forget I'm him
I drip in fits just 2 kick in the crib
My bih said I'm vain said it is what it is
Don't got go on dates I'm way 2 local
Don't show face I'm way 2 known
Won't go back n forth on the phoneline
I'll hang up we way 2 grown
Way 2 grown and way 2 focused
I'm mr aim cause I'm always in motion
She hate the fame but it come wit a token
She play the game like the rule board broke
She play the game like it's creative mode
She got no behaviour tho
Pretty privilege she pillaged my heart
Done left me wit vacant soul
My lil country baddie hold a blicky when she ride wit me
Made a quarter millly wit out a minute of sobriety
I done made a killin offa stitchin n this rhymin shit
I be wit da shiners pressin diamonds on my miner tip
I been treckin minefields in my my mind so I get high again
Pour me up a Fanta mix in phantoms it's dead guys in it
I be holdin pain dat turn 2 rage guess that's disguising it
Product of the pain what can I say it's been a priceless trip
Made a quarter millly wit out a minute of sobriety
I done made a killin offa stitchin n this rhymin shit
I be wit da shiners pressin diamonds on my miner tip
I been treckin minefields in my mind so I get high again
Pour me up a Fanta mix in phantoms it's dead guys in it
I be holdin pain dat turn 2 rage guess that's disguising it
Product of the pain what can I say it's been a priceless trip
I take medicine forget my sins
I might get sad and forget I'm him
I drip in fits just 2 kick in the crib
My bih said I'm vain said it is what it is
Don't got go on dates I'm way 2 local
Don't show face I'm way 2 known
Won't go back n forth on the phoneline
I'll hang up we way 2 grown
Way 2 grown and way 2 focused
I'm mr aim cause I'm always in motion
She hate the fame but it come wit a token
She play the game like the rule board broke
She play the game like it's creative mode
She got no behaviour tho
Pretty privilege she pillaged my heart
Done left me wit vacant soul
My lil country baddie hold a blicky when she ride wit me
Made a quarter millly wit out a minute of sobriety
I done made a killin offa stitchin n this rhymin shit
I be wit da shiners pressin diamonds on my miner tip
I been treckin minefields in my my mind so I get high again
Pour me up a Fanta mix in phantoms it's dead guys in it
I be holdin pain dat turn 2 rage guess that's disguising it
Product of the pain what can I say it's been a priceless trip
Writer: phileus mafioso
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