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This codeine is making me feel slowly I got a pain in my heart Is eating me so deep I understand this pain I'm feeling so lonely Everything I do keeps going bloody I can't understand the pain The pain I'm feeling, I'm feeling up in my head No one understand the Grinding I've went through 24/7 I need to grind for the money I need a big I need a big I need a big bag Niggas don't sleep now Until this slips out We need a big We need a big We need a big bag There's no sleep in my house Niggas don't sleep on my couch I'm emotionally scared But I feel intact Bad emotion, Bad energy Makes me feel-really bad Slow motion in my brain Then I smoke some loud Put the Lean in my cup And my head go numb And my mind go blind And my legs can't walk I can't even feel my soul You know how I feel Feel this codeine in my brain I can't even go to sleep I can't even do anything Cause I feel so numb And the Codeine in my vain I can't even feel my body and my legs can't walk Oh this codeine makes the world so slowly eh I need a big I need a big I need a big bag Niggas don't sleep now Until this slips out We need a big We need a big We need a big bag There's no sleep in my house Niggas don't sleep on my couch CC's ON ME What's the credit course It got limited edition You gonna speaking in tongues Better go check out the score It is a price of a boat Am ma check out your speed Am ma moving king 27k on the deck If you think I might shoot I might wooo, would I pray you never cross my lane's Better go stay in your lane The street is not a place for fun Don't take up pains and fall Niggas won't help you get to the door Get up and vex and get to the door I'm looking for a life time My niggas will be rich having good time Drinking, flexing, eating Riding on the road like easy Pop up champagne in jacuzzi ehn Ain't no perusing Don't make me a movie Have a look in my life There Ain't no TV My heart keep, beeping, dripping, sleeping from all this history What a Mystery Hold it up let me put my foot in Driving on my Benz and driving on my Bentley I would say to my cool niggas Driving on the benz of a G- wagon shit I've been waiting for the Lamborghini shit I don't know about you If you think I'm grinding for this I've been grinding all my life for this shit I don't want a die poor I don't wanna die young I need a big bag Until this slips out
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