Ha, sicker than your average
Poppa smoke cabbage off instinct
Niggas don't think, shit stinks
Green sabers, my southwest playas
Shrooms for my hooligans in Houston
Seat belt fasten, trip to hallucinogen
Copped the low, now I'm high off my esteem
More dangerous than a cop smokin a nigga-teen
I hit up Maxo to cop some hydros
Some fuego, that's pure pyro
Purple to fill my styro
Laced with coco to hit my high notes
Houston, Whitney
Cracked Symphonies (it's not right!)
I pull up the club at about 1:30
My wrist so skinny so I weigh 130
My paper clip empty, got 1 in the 30
And I ain't got money, but a $1 and a 30
A nigga like me, there's always another entry
I don't cover charges, I commit penalties (That's a foul)
I don't even drink, but I'll have a straight vodka
Molly in my lips like I'm kissing Ivanka
Trippin in sections so I can cause drama
Weed got me like Mary Jane do you wanna?
Bump and Spill the vodka on her Louis and Prada
Don Dada, Who turn quickies into a saga
I'll f*ck up your world and you'll start wearin MAGA
Hands in my pocket like nigga we got a problem
Drank a solution, so I'll lead you to solve em
They crept up and I thought I was dreamin
The same demons at 3 crack that was feinin
I swung to the left but they rightfully faded
Boy I'm Goliath and the backwood is David
Boy I got stoned when I hyperventilated
Came through naked
Woke half naked
Charge it to the game, I'll be back next Sunday
Rxbell - Social Junkie Lyrics
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Ha, sicker than your average
Poppa smoke cabbage off instinct
Niggas don't think, shit stinks
Green sabers, my southwest playas
Shrooms for my hooligans in Houston
Seat belt fasten, trip to hallucinogen
Copped the low, now I'm high off my esteem
More dangerous than a cop smokin a nigga-teen
I hit up Maxo to cop some hydros
Some fuego, that's pure pyro
Purple to fill my styro
Laced with coco to hit my high notes
Houston, Whitney
Cracked Symphonies (it's not right!)
I pull up the club at about 1:30
My wrist so skinny so I weigh 130
My paper clip empty, got 1 in the 30
And I ain't got money, but a $1 and a 30
A nigga like me, there's always another entry
I don't cover charges, I commit penalties (That's a foul)
I don't even drink, but I'll have a straight vodka
Molly in my lips like I'm kissing Ivanka
Trippin in sections so I can cause drama
Weed got me like Mary Jane do you wanna?
Bump and Spill the vodka on her Louis and Prada
Don Dada, Who turn quickies into a saga
I'll f*ck up your world and you'll start wearin MAGA
Hands in my pocket like nigga we got a problem
Drank a solution, so I'll lead you to solve em
They crept up and I thought I was dreamin
The same demons at 3 crack that was feinin
I swung to the left but they rightfully faded
Boy I'm Goliath and the backwood is David
Boy I got stoned when I hyperventilated
Came through naked
Woke half naked
Charge it to the game, I'll be back next Sunday
Poppa smoke cabbage off instinct
Niggas don't think, shit stinks
Green sabers, my southwest playas
Shrooms for my hooligans in Houston
Seat belt fasten, trip to hallucinogen
Copped the low, now I'm high off my esteem
More dangerous than a cop smokin a nigga-teen
I hit up Maxo to cop some hydros
Some fuego, that's pure pyro
Purple to fill my styro
Laced with coco to hit my high notes
Houston, Whitney
Cracked Symphonies (it's not right!)
I pull up the club at about 1:30
My wrist so skinny so I weigh 130
My paper clip empty, got 1 in the 30
And I ain't got money, but a $1 and a 30
A nigga like me, there's always another entry
I don't cover charges, I commit penalties (That's a foul)
I don't even drink, but I'll have a straight vodka
Molly in my lips like I'm kissing Ivanka
Trippin in sections so I can cause drama
Weed got me like Mary Jane do you wanna?
Bump and Spill the vodka on her Louis and Prada
Don Dada, Who turn quickies into a saga
I'll f*ck up your world and you'll start wearin MAGA
Hands in my pocket like nigga we got a problem
Drank a solution, so I'll lead you to solve em
They crept up and I thought I was dreamin
The same demons at 3 crack that was feinin
I swung to the left but they rightfully faded
Boy I'm Goliath and the backwood is David
Boy I got stoned when I hyperventilated
Came through naked
Woke half naked
Charge it to the game, I'll be back next Sunday
Writer: Robell Okubamichael
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