Woke up this morning, head still buzzing from the blunt I didn’t finish last night My girl‘s still snoring and its too early to get in a fight so I step outside and smoke my roach But it taste like shit, and I already know it won’t even get me a little bit lit My brain cells are bugging, begging me to quit the habit, but it’s the only thing holding me back cutting things off with Her We need couples counseling but That requires therapy and I can’t afford a shrink I don’t have Dr. TC and there’s too many problems with us to ignore any more I’m almost too sure I’m in for it when I step inside Because its six in the morning and I’m already high, Shit She’s already yelling, bugging on the smell in the house, so I grab my steak knife and cut myself a slice of shut-the-fuck-up pie Six years with this chick like living in Hell’s Kitchen Six years Living in fear of what I might do next That’ll get on her nerves, like walking on egg shells, I’m still living in hell But what the fuck can I say, I love this bitch like it’s too much to say In a song that has to rhyme every other line With every other line Six years and some, she calls me handsome when she’s not throwing a tantrum, she’s traped me, has me where she wants me but I’m happy when she calls me daddy. She’s real heated, yelling at me for smoking like a fiend and she got me thinking she’s the bitch I want to age with.
Been cruising, seeing life, and we’re tryna be enormous Pulling up, up front, inside is something gorgeous I Came back for some back shots off the back of ya porches I’m just chilling but damn your lust is burning up like some torches So cut the wrap, I’ve done turned my back, damn I know that you’re not for us, And I know to get in you’ll let me rip up every orfice But I’m just living life whoreless, I see the bees and see the hornets that’s coreless And I’m seeing all these fiends that’s been cordless And I’m stuck in the shortness of this city while we’re dreaming of a teams fortress That has a short less than the arms of a tyrannosaurus Bring bars who’s tryna hop onto a chorus That’ll survive centuries like a tortoise Y’all wanna hang but we left because y’all acts bores us
slap happy hand gun. ransom. grandson of the land guns. hand dumb shooting cranky like a bland drum. wheres the fan son. i need to land one. like a plane in a cage, sittin back on this page, call me digital. hypersenses kicking in like a video
mixed some molly and acid i'm on a bad trip my moms says i obtained a habit drug addict with low attention span focused on drugs i was the middle man with not much to live for my love life was a bit short could never get attach to a jansport on my back supreme black bag shopping spree
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Idk why but this just makes me really happy
this beat is soooo good. been using it to practice rythem of flow on beats
This beat is just boneless Chum
I really feel this beat i freestyle so i reaaly dig the instrumental of this beat
Joshua Wilcher thanks bro i appreciate it
fo sho mane
same bro i love the instrumental of this beat
best remake on here.
this gives me a 2010 earl sweatshirt vibe idk why..
kalaba kibwe i fucking wonder why
Alistair Malana yeah bro im confused too lmao
kalaba kibwe yeah man idk why
This gives me an old Lupe vibe
idk why but dis song make serene
waaaay better than the other one fr
This sounds like a troll beat
my doing his own song with this
how did you make those drums god damn
Woke up this morning, head still buzzing from the blunt I didn’t finish last night
My girl‘s still snoring and its too early to get in a fight so I step outside and smoke my roach
But it taste like shit, and I already know it
won’t even get me a little bit lit
My brain cells are bugging, begging me to quit the habit, but it’s the only thing holding me back cutting things off with
Her
We need couples counseling but
That requires therapy and I can’t afford a shrink
I don’t have Dr. TC and there’s too many problems with us to ignore any more
I’m almost too sure I’m in for it when I step inside
Because its six in the morning and I’m already high,
Shit
She’s already yelling, bugging on the smell in the house, so I grab my steak knife and cut myself a slice of shut-the-fuck-up pie
Six years with this chick like living in Hell’s Kitchen
Six years Living in fear of what I might do next
That’ll get on her nerves, like walking on egg shells, I’m still living in hell
But what the fuck can I say, I love this bitch like it’s too much to say
In a song that has to rhyme every other line
With every other line
Six years and some, she calls me handsome when she’s not throwing a tantrum, she’s traped me, has me where she wants me but
I’m happy when she calls me daddy.
She’s real heated, yelling at me for smoking like a fiend and she got me thinking she’s the bitch I want to age with.
lol this is why OF fans get roasted
Been cruising, seeing life, and we’re tryna be enormous
Pulling up, up front, inside is something gorgeous
I Came back for some back shots off the back of ya porches
I’m just chilling but damn your lust is burning up like some torches
So cut the wrap, I’ve done turned my back, damn I know that you’re not for us,
And I know to get in you’ll let me rip up every orfice
But I’m just living life whoreless,
I see the bees and see the hornets that’s coreless
And I’m seeing all these fiends that’s been cordless
And I’m stuck in the shortness of this city while we’re dreaming of a teams fortress
That has a short less than the arms of a tyrannosaurus
Bring bars who’s tryna hop onto a chorus
That’ll survive centuries like a tortoise
Y’all wanna hang but we left because y’all acts bores us
❤
what program did u use?
Marcelo Dls Logic Pro X
cool little fake instrumental
slap happy hand gun. ransom. grandson of the land guns. hand dumb shooting cranky like a bland drum. wheres the fan son. i need to land one. like a plane in a cage, sittin back on this page, call me digital. hypersenses kicking in like a video
mixed some molly and acid
i'm on a bad trip my moms says
i obtained a habit
drug addict with low attention span
focused on drugs i was the middle man
with not much to live for
my love life was a bit short
could never get attach to a jansport
on my back supreme black bag
shopping spree
why are you tripping with ur mom dats weird
As if you’ve ever even smoked weed