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I been gone off alcohol cant get to the bottom of dis jug I hit my plug come n get me out this hole i dug Hangs up, i shrug Seem like nobody got the time for me No time for reid, swallow up my platinum pride and bleed Memorizin lines to leave the house, cant get out da couch Addys out the pouch actin like they help an ounce I'm chasing, im racing, won't make it, im faded I face it, forsaken cant take it no mo I check the top dro daz where the powder go Hit up my old hoe, but i burned dat bridge long time ago Know im the shit, but right now i aint shit So i sniff n hit the studio but i cant write shit Where the fuck im supposed to look Ain't know how much i took No answers in these books Livin da life of a cold crook Daz wat i get right, isn't that wat u said Back to the loop, my own demise livin in my head And just like me, dis substance better known to kill But it make it betta for a time, gotta keep it real Still by myself, bendin corners inna coupe deville Can't walk da line or hold still Daz another pill And just like me, dis substance better known to kill But it make it betta for a time, gotta keep it real Still by myself, bendin corners inna coupe deville Can't walk da line or hold still Daz another pill I said i wont regret no shit i ever did, daz definite Ain't heaven sent n itz evident Iz hard to walk away w a dick this big Dirty 30 im standin sturdy Hoes on my nutz n they dirty I alwayz worry, dip in a hurry Gotta boss it up gotta use my fury Got shit u dont, fuckin w shit u wont Neva home these hoez be goin prone Dey hittin my phone like, why u so alone I been round dat block quite a few times Still pickin dat lock, gotta get my mind in tact Look at da facts, n pickup da slack Cuz fuck ya relations, aint complicated I try to fit in but i aint got the patience I think ima sadist, dont wanna be famous I just wanna stack up my gualla and tell em i made it Fuck what i want right Ima stay killin it on sight Told em it wont be a long fight Boy i could do dis shit all night And i will keep it sealed Daz my bitch, yall know da deal Got ten toes down inna game for real Growin up like grass wit da mass appeal Flak jack inna mask givin caps a peel Matte black cadillac and a pack of pills and a bag of skills Try to match, get skinned alive Can't stop me now, dis game is mine And just like me, dis substance better known to kill But it make it betta for a time, gotta keep it real Still by myself, bendin corners inna coupe deville Can't walk da line or hold still Daz another
Writer(s): Christoph Bauss, Tanner Petulla, Bastian Voelkel Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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