Rolled up my problems and I drank the rest away
I'm a modern day dirtbag
New improved model
Born to dawdle on the line
'Magne in the middle of sane
And out of my mind
Get an X tatted on my brain
It's easier to find than Earhart's Plane
Smart people saying
Bring the max-well
Had to kiss and tell
Bout the bombshell that was peaceful as Nobel
Dynamite mademoiselle
Still wished her farewell
Day-walking as a normal human
Running down
Ambien
The way I seek my dreams
Harder than a hit for fiends
Fiegel for the greens
Deagle for the screams
Chasing racks eviscerated aimless me
CREAM
May be lonely at the top
But that's that price I'll pay
To make the doubt stop
Price I'll pay to make ya drop
What you're doing
Realize I'm from a different crop
Had to swat away the wave again
Like I'm at the show and chasing ten
Does it end like
They said
Or they said
Or he said
Or she said
Can't be led
Would rather just be dead
Live for this shit
I've even bled
Rolled up my problems
Ro-Ro
Ro-ro
Ro-ro rolled up my problems and I drank the rest away
Rolled up my problems
Problems
Problems
Problems
Rolled up my problems and I drank the rest away
Write like a twisted self help
Putrid kamesutra
Bite like unlisted winning belt
Solitude may suit ya
If you been looking for the wrong thing
At the wrong time
I'm your guy
I let it all fly
Never even been to a black tie
U.S.P.S with no
B.S.
P.S.
Stay off my penis
Unless you release my stress
My guest list
Only for misfits
Bliss hit
When you see fate and dismiss it
Rolled up my problems
Ro-Ro
Ro-ro
Ro-ro rolled up my problems and I drank the rest away
Rolled up my problems
Problems
Problems
Problems
Rolled up my problems and I drank the rest away
T-A-Y
M-A-G
N-E
Wanted more so I say
FUCK plenty
Up all night don't get down for any
NOPE
Working so much my eyebags got eyebags
No time for a dime bag
While searching for big bags
Oxymoron status like the Durag and the Deertag
Sit back I'll let you hit that smoke
If you jump into my thoughts
Shit behind my eyes could prolly boil pots
Tired of people sleeping on me
So I beat 'em to the cots
Problems
I got lots
You pick the poison
Imma down it
Already hit the mat once
But
Ten wasn't counted
And without it
Shakes coming fast
You better never doubt it
BITCH
Fiend stays a fiend
Sometimes wanna pop frijoles
Never took the shrooms with OJ
Mixing potions was the forte
And I don't know if I'll make forty
Drinking forties
Wondering what would have happened if I ended up
A motherf*cking normie